The title of this post sounds like the name of a woefully misguided rock band. Try saying it three times fast. Or not. It was the best I could come up with.
The past few days have been exhausting. My DD20 is home with the flu and she has been sicker than I remember her ever being. The flu is nasty stuff. I took a vacation day yesterday to get some things done, but spent most of the day being Dr. Mom. Cancelled everything on my schedule today, as well.
I feel like I’m “coming down with something,” only it hasn’t quite happened yet. I’m hoping that flu shot I had last fall is busy doing its thing. Whatever that is. I woke up in the wee hours last night feeling feverish and achy, took some Tylenol and went back to sleep. Not feeling feverish anymore, but I ache all through my neck, shoulders and back. And I’m unaccountably tired. Maybe I have Flu-Lite.
We’ve been eating flu food. All the bland, essentially colorless and pretty much tasteless stuff. It’s all DD wants to eat — well, mostly she doesn’t want to eat anything — and it just seems easier for us to eat the same thing. Because I’m tired, that’s why. Eggs, toast, ramen noodles, chicken, apple juice, more eggs, bagels, homemade chicken soup [“With just dumplings, mom, carrots would be gross.”], cantaloupe, tea with honey, mac and cheese, pretzels, and of course more eggs.
I got her to eat a few strawberries yesterday, but I could tell it was just too much color. Maybe tonight we’ll try some mashed potatoes.
If it’s true we are what we eat, it’s no wonder we’re both feeling blah.