Just trying to claw my way back to the functional world again.
Isn’t it amazing how strong yet fragile we are as humans. Something microscopic can take us out of commission for days.
I’ve had a “flu-like” virus.
The kind that makes you feel like a wet noodle. The kind that makes the 10 step walk to the bathroom and back to bed seem like a 10 mile hike.
Mr. G stayed home from work to look after me when my fever was 103°F. He also made me Jell-O when I mentioned that it sounded good. That may not sound like a big deal to you but it certainly was to me. As the kids would say, “Dad is not a cooker“. Makes me smile.
