Birthday...the aftermath
Well, I had an absolutely awesome dinner with Seth and Gina at Fogo de Chao on Pennsylvania Avenue on Wednesday evening for my birthday. Gina brought a bottle of Duckhorn so Abi was there with us in spirit (ha, see, a booze joke).
I retired for the evening with a full belly and happy thoughts and awoke to achy bones and chills. Too much of a good thing, I suppose. Well, I called off on Thursday, but my condition worsened as the day progressed with a bad headache and wicked sore throat. Strangely, I also had an almost unnatural compulsion to eat anything with salt in it. Salsa, chips, olives, anything.
Not wanting to infect my friends, I decided to skip Seth's game night (which puts me at eight months since the last time I was able to make it. Grrrr). Apologies, Seth.
Anyway, by Saturday morning, the sore throat was gone, but I was still tired, but no longer achy. I visited some friends in Virginia for some random geekery and then headed home and slept. Pretty much vegged on Sunday recovering and here I am on Monday.
Woohoo. Life continues apace.
I retired for the evening with a full belly and happy thoughts and awoke to achy bones and chills. Too much of a good thing, I suppose. Well, I called off on Thursday, but my condition worsened as the day progressed with a bad headache and wicked sore throat. Strangely, I also had an almost unnatural compulsion to eat anything with salt in it. Salsa, chips, olives, anything.
Not wanting to infect my friends, I decided to skip Seth's game night (which puts me at eight months since the last time I was able to make it. Grrrr). Apologies, Seth.
Anyway, by Saturday morning, the sore throat was gone, but I was still tired, but no longer achy. I visited some friends in Virginia for some random geekery and then headed home and slept. Pretty much vegged on Sunday recovering and here I am on Monday.
Woohoo. Life continues apace.