An Apology To My Readers: I've Been Sick

Today was the first morning I haven't had something up by 0815 in...I think, maybe, ever.

Didn't do much yesterday -- I'm on vacation for all but one day this week; I'd worked that the day before yesterday, good healthy physical work, so what the heck, I took a day of sloth. In the evening, my tummy felt a little funny but I chalked that up to having a very light snack instead of dinner.

Went to bed mumblety-late and woke up an hour later, feeling nauseous and overheated. Waited for it to pass, kind of going in and out of wakefulness. You know the feeling, if I woke all the way up, I'd have to deal with this, so I won't.

It worked for another hour and a half, too. I finally got up, still doubting, and found myself sitting on the floor of the loo, yelling into a wastebasket for Ralph while perspiring copiously. Oh, and...talking. When I get a high enough fever, I just start blabbering whatever comes into my head, mostly, "Oh, no!" and random, semi-amusing phrases. I was aching all over.

All of this commotion roused Tam, who asked what she could do. I think I told her to stay back of the firing line.

Ralph having not responded, I stood up, took a sip of water, chewed an antacid and stumbled back to bed, realizing I had a very poor grasp of vertical. By then I was freezing; I wrapped up in blankets and shambled off to a confused state, neither asleep nor awake.

This kept happening, five or six times, an hour or a little more apart, sounding and feeling a little worse each time. At one point, my back hurt so badly that I wrapped up in a quilt on my very firm window seat. Sometime along about 0800, I dropped off to sleep, not very deep but better, and slept until just a few minutes ago.

I have had nothing to eat for well over 12 hours and you know what? I don't much want anything, either. Still a little dizzy but I hope I'm on the mend.

Whatever I had, you don't want. I hope Tam dodges it. (OTOH, maybe it's the full-on version of whatever she's been suffering.)