Elizabethe is even sicker than I was. She’s coughing and feels miserable. She remembered we had some Nyquil and that seems to be helping her rest. This is a nasty flu.
What I hate most about this bug is how runny it makes my nose. If I lay on my back the snot runs down my throat and I feel like I’m drowning in my own snot. It’s a horrible feeling. And, if my head is down (nose to the ground), it isn’t any better. The best relief is when I’m standing or sitting up.
I’ve decided sitting is the best position. So, I sat at my computer most of the day. I can’t feel productive, however, because a stuffy head means a stuff brain.
The old saying, “You can’t keep a good man down”, didn’t take in to account stuff like this. While I did manage to run to a store… twice (I had to go back to exchange what I bought), it wasn’t taxing to my body. I’ll probably pay for it tomorrow.
After a while, boredom sets in. There is only so much you can do when you zapped like this. I’ve been spending lots of time looking for ideas for print competition. At least that feels productive.