Since departing for NYC last Thursday evening,
I have gone through a complete sickness lifecycle.
I woke Friday morning with the beginning of the flu
and it proceeded to worsen during my stay in the city.
With a blizzard hitting the northeast, making me unable to travel back home earlier,
our weekend went a little different than planned,
and I camped out on my girlfriend’s couch,
as we immersed ourselves in tv,
lots of (non-alcoholic) fluids,
and lots more girl talk.
I returned home Sunday night,
stomach feeling better but sore throat and cough just getting started
and not until today,
a week later, can I say that I finally feel well.
I don’t know if I had the official flu,
but I also don’t know the last time I felt this sick,
this sort of exhaustion, these body aches, and so,
next year, I’m getting the shot.
But last weekend in NYC wasn’t a total fail.
In the midst of feeling like complete crap,
and being away from the comfort of your own home,
I was reminded of the amazing friends I have.
They surrounded me with reassurance, love, care
and lots of sherbet and ginger ale.
If I couldn’t be at home, they were the next best thing.
And so this week, I continued to rest.
To recuperate.
And then finally was able to taste flavors again,
with the boys latest creation:
buttermilk biscuits stuffed with barbecue pulled pork.
I snuggled with my cat
and soaked up some reading
and Downton Abbey catch-up.
I returned to work mid-week
and caught up and got organized.
It’s back to reality,
back to to-do lists,
to errands, to exercise.
Waking up this morning and finally feeling well,
felt so, so good.
