Generally speaking, I don’t get sick very often. The occasional sniffles or light cold, but not much more than that. I made up for it this weekend, though, when I managed to come down with some nasty 48-hour-ish flu bug. Saturday evening I had a little bit of a headache, but it wasn’t anywhere near enough to make me worry. Prairie and I had a good mexi-goo dinner (a bit of experimentation on her part, somewhere between enchilada and casserole), watched some Frasier, and went to bed. As the night wore on, though, I started feeling queasy…and then the bug hit. From 3am until 8am, I had nearly hourly trips to the restroom to puke, accompanied by cold sweats, and fever hovering around 100 degrees. Not fun in the least!
Sunday I ended up spending most of the day sleeping, trying to catch up on the sleep I’d missed Saturday night. We carefully fed me drinks (clear liquids only), crackers, and white bread, which stayed down most of the day…then one last puke session Sunday night brought it all back up again. Thankfully, the fever broke last night, and everything I’ve munched on today has stayed down. I was able to spend today in bed again (with a short run onto campus to turn in an assignment that had to be in today), and it looks like the worst is over. Still, while I hate missing two days of work and one of school, at least I don’t find bugs like this very often. It’s been years since I’ve had anything like this — here’s hoping it’s another good many years before another such bug gets me!