Argh
The last couple of days in Hawaii I picked up some damn stomach virus and spent 24 hours spewing forth from both fore and aft. Yesterday my beloved took me to an urgent care and I got three liters of fluids and some no-puckey, no-shitty, pills. I've still been in bed ever since, with not so much of the dirty-squirties, but with painfully severe fatigue and body aches. My back hasn't hurt this bad in a long time and my thorax has a stabbing pain whenever I cough or laugh. Getting into and out of bed has been very difficult. Solid food for the past 48 hours has been a handful of saltines, two Ensure bottles, and two mini-cups of applesauce. We got a note from the doctor to delay my flight for a day - and the damn airlines charged me an exorbitant fee for that courtesy despite the doctor's note. And the worst part of all is that my beloved came down this morning with the same thing. This is NOT what we had planned on sharing a king sized bed for.
I'll be flying home tomorrow - in right sorry shape, I'll tell you. She is luckily on a short break in the action in the Samoan recovery efforts and will still stay here for an undetermined length of time.
I'll be flying home tomorrow - in right sorry shape, I'll tell you. She is luckily on a short break in the action in the Samoan recovery efforts and will still stay here for an undetermined length of time.