I'm feeling considerably better. I haven't had a fever for days and I have very little aching. Mostly when I do, It's my own fault.
Like at lunch today. After almost a week of barely solid and simple foods my stomach was in no mood to see cheese. I sternly informed it that "Moods are things for cattle and love play". At which point it fought at the best of it's ability. I lost handily. Never has defeat been so tasty.
On the more successful front, I went outside for the first time in what seemed liked forever. One and a half blocks (each way!) to drop the Netflix in the mailbox. The sickness hit me as soon as we returned from Vegas, so I was already 3 days removed from seeing San Francisco. Add seven more for sickness and that's 10 days of no SF. It was starting to become a distant memory. For all I knew, it wasn't there anymore. Lane tried to reassure me to the contrary, but she's a sweet girl. She'd lie about that sort of thing in that sort of situation. Not this time though. There I was marching down good ole Guerrero street. A drizzle on my head and a cold damp wind filling my worn out lungs. Tomorrow I may wake to find I have pneumonia.
But tonight I celebrate by sleeping on my own accord! No Nyquil. No sir. Not even the knock off Walgreens Wal-A-Quil. I'm going O'Natural baby!!