Illness comes but once a year to my temple of a body, and by God its come with a vengence this year. Monday night, I wasn’t quite feeling top dollar. By 3 am, I was bathing in a warm bed of sweat, and by 6am I was reaching for a bucket every few minutes. A quick temperature check from Michelle (39.5c), and the worst was confirmed – I was most definitely ill.
And here I still am, almost two days later, shacked up in bed. I’ve had one square meal since then, matching with 6 gallons of blackcurrent squash. It’s doing wonders for my diet, of course…