Slam-dazzered by this cold-slash-flu for the last few days, I have been feeling about as energetic as a lump of Crisco. M'Meegie (and her daughter Naomi) came over today and Meagan brought with her a noodle dish from a Thai place called Salah Thai and also a couple of packets of Fortifense, an immune system-boosting powder that one mixes with hot water.
"One for tonight," she admonished, "before you go to bed, and the other packet in the morning, when you get up."
And then we sat down and had the drunken noodle dish and the fresh spring rolls and I started to feel better almost immediately.
It is tres bien to be with the one you love, no?
After the meal, I was instructed to go sit down in the front room--which I did--and Meagan washed the dishes that had been piling up in the sink. And 409-ed the sink a bit. Oh, and swept the ubiquitous coffee grounds that littered the counter near the nectar-maker. What did I do to be so lucky? =o)
Maybe it's a guy-thing. Maybe we like to be fussed over when we're feeling sick. I know I do.
I also know this: this is the best I have felt in about three days. Is it simply because the cold-slash-flu virus has been weakened? Or is it for another reason altogether?
I'll say a combination of the two, but I'll lean towards the latter.