The Penalty Box

I spent Thursday, Friday, Saturday and a good chunk of Sunday feeling quite crappy.  Running a fever of 102 F off and on for most of those days, I suppose the only upside in that was I didn’t throw up at all.  I’d forgotten what it was like to be that sick.  The last time I was down and out for that long was a couple years ago when I had my wisdom teeth out, but that was more due to the drugs than illness.  Before that? I honestly don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure it was before I started university.  So the at least 6 year streak of the most serious illness being a cold is now over.
I blame my dad for bringing the flu into the house, he started it all last week when he came home sick on Monday.  Though he probably picked it up at a house where he was fixing an appliance, which means it probably came from a snivelly kid.  Damn kids.  Though I have to say, through all of this my mom proved that women, specifically mothers, are way tougher than men when sick.  Can’t be any worse than child birth, right? She couldn’t avoid getting sick, but she did manage to take care of my dad and me.  I guess that’s what moms do, eh?
Oh yeah, Tylenol Cold medicine? GOOD STUFF.  Expensive, but GOOD STUFF.