Wednesday, October 4, 2017

The Flu: Day 3 or Something


I am always the last person to realize (admit) I am sick. I stare at my watery, blood-shot eyes in the mirror and convince myself that "it's just allergies." I can't lift my pounding head off the pillow because I "need another cup of coffee." (That's always true.) I am shivering because of "this crazy autumn weather." (77°)

Levi (Dr. Levi) is proving, as usual, to be an excellent diagnostician. He knew I was sick, first. Since the weekend, he has ramped up his usual following-me-aroundness x10. He is no longer allowed on the bed, but I don't have the energy to keep ordering him off. When I do get him down, he stands next to the bed and stares at me. When I get fever-y, he licks my forehead. He has not brought me chicken soup on a tray yet, but I believe that will be next.

Hope this will all clear up soon. Meanwhile, I am hydrating, napping, and listening to podcasts and dog snores. Just what the dog doctor ordered.







4 comments:

  1. Feel better. Then order Levi a candy-striper outfit. <3

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  2. Oh no! I'm so sorry you're sick. Levi's plan sounds as good as anything else out there as long as you've got a 2-legged with opposing thumbs to bring you that soup.

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    1. I am extremely fortunate - I've got a couple of those. xo

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