It hit me on Christmas Day, and for the next week I was either emptying myself or green with anticipation. Never mind that it's only 2 days after Christmas -- that first night felt like a week!
Now I'm drained and a few pounds lighter -- not a recommended regimen, it's not worth it! -- and rather disoriented. Today I celebrated surviving Christmas by eating a bland meal ... and keeping it down. I suppose that's enough. It's a good time to be alive.
Not much of a Christmas. It wasn't for my mother, either, who, as it turns out, got the same bug. My sister has taken her to the emergency room because, while she's otherwise much better, she now has a terrible rattling cough. I wish I could be there. But I'm here, and I don't think I'm going anywhere soon.
