Much better now, but sick. Coupla days.
Like several hundred million Americans, I have some version of the Martian death flu (one of the cute little known thingies about diabetes is slightly compromised immunity, and slow healing - given that I seem to open a major blood vessel daily at work, I should have stock in Band-Aids. No one has ever seen my complete hands, it's possible no one knows I have hands.)
What little lunch I have eaten has been kept down. Yesterday for breakfast I had oatmeal. Comfort food, right? Well, in the space of a few hours it not only stuck to my ribs but set up a thriving civilization, complete with a social safety net and a Ferris Wheel attached to my stomach, but it did stay down.
I know I'm in trouble when I'm cold - I'm never cold. 45 degF is t-shirt weather for me. But I was cold, so I pulled the plug at work, went home, went to bed, late afternoon.
It's been a long, what, 30 hrs? The cold sweats, the hot colds, TheraFlu (the generic, anyhow, local stores have pulled TheraFlu due to quality control concerns, apparently, but the generic still works and still tastes like deep-fried ass), the hallucinations; so vivid, so seemingly memorable, but in the end ephemeral.
About 4 in the morning, things seem to have come to a head - my wife was sleeping on the couch, she loves me but had no intention of getting anywheres near me until I was healthy, or spring, whichever came first, and heard me come into the kitchen for water, medicine, and a conversation with the unicorn making me scrambled eggs and farting fairies, and said I was a blur, shivering, teeth chattering, freezing and sweating, like a penguin doing aerobics, except that I don't own a tuxedo - I've worn one twice, and honestly, I look like a Greek god, or Michaelangelo's David, only with a tux and much larger junk, at my brother's wedding, where I would have been swamped by the chickies if'n they weren't already married or about to become in-laws, and at my wedding, where I would have been swamped by the chickies if'n it weren't my own wedding, plus I got swamped by Teh One Chickie What Counts - W00t!!1!!!
I have returned, somewhat, to humanity - at least the unicorn has left, the fairies stink (sort of as expected), and the eggs were delicious. Watching a bit of Baltimore - Denver, waiting for the Packers - San Francisco, I love my guys but this is gonna be a tough one, we spent too much time punting last week, and while we managed to quiet Adrien Peterson, in part that was due to the back-up QB for the Vikings being seriously bad, we could put 8 guys on the line. Frank Gore for SF is perfectly capable, and Colin Whoozenwhatzitnick is a pretty good quarterback. Wish I could do a better analysis, what I can say is that we are a much different and I think much better team than at the beginning of the year.
I've got a pile of work slated for my vacation week starting Monday, so there will be some remodel blogging, and tomorrow something about the game. For now, since I feel up to it I have got to eat something, I'm effing ravenous, and the game starts in a few.