Well hello there, handsome. Buy me a drink?
I haven't written in five days. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry.
As I wrote on Tuesday evening, Patricia got sick last week. A pretty nasty combination of illnesses that felled her hard. Wednesday morning, I awoke with a scratchy throat of my own. I emailed work to indicate that I would be late as I had to take Patricia to the walk-in clinic in Tantallon. We got there around 8:30 and didn't get out until handy to 10am. The doctor signed a note for her to stay home for the balance of the week.
We went to Costco to get her antibiotics and a puffer. I dropped her off at the house and drove to work. Because so many folks were out of town last week, we ended up canceling our Toastmasters meeting. It is just as well because by 3:30 or so Wednesday afternoon, I was sick with a cold of my own.
I took it easy Wednesday night. Thursday, I felt much worse than the night before. I emailed work that I'd be sick. Friday was a usual day off, so I would be off for the balance of the week, too.
I do not remember the rest of Thursday. Maybe vague recollections here and there of seeing how Patricia doing and preparing something for us to eat, and trying to keep hydrated, but that's about it. Mostly sleeping.
Friday we were a bit better, but only a bit. Ate somewhat more. Showered. Shaved. Not sure why, other than to feel human again.
Saturday we were feeling better again. I suppose I should have written a blog post, but wasn't up to it. I thought about going to the Archives but I wasn't up to that, either.
Today, I have been nearly back to normal. I cooked breakfast and dinner. Washed dishes twice. Showered and shaved.
It is back to work tomorrow. I hope the folks at work remember me. I dimly recall them.
I promised my editor I would have my latest true crime article in to him by the time he got to work Monday morning. Before I fell ill, I had printed off a draft and begun editing it. I think I should finish that now, before bed time.
You guys have a good evening. See you tomorrow.