My friends, I live. It was touch and go there for a while...but I have pulled through and am reasonably confident the good Lord has released me from the grips of death, otherwise known as the flu.
Oh, it was bad. I haven't been that sick in years. There was one night that I seriously considered calling someone to take me to the emergency room. I don't think I've ever had the flu before (if I did, it was as a child). I never want to have it again. From now on I will be among the first in line to get the flu shot.
By Saturday morning, I could tell I was returning to the land of the living. I had gone five days without drinking coffee (that's how you know I was REALLY sick). I got up and thought to myself "Self, I think I want some coffee."
I went into the kitchen (which hadn't been used in more than a week) and pulled the carafe off the coffeemaker to fill it with water. As I went to place it back on the burner, I jumped back and screamed. My eyes were met with the most appalling sight...there was a NEST of roaches in my coffee maker! A whole cluster...a gaggle of them, if you will. The vile creatures invaded not only the sanctity of my home, but they even entered the Holy of Holies...my brand-new coffee maker! You can mess with me, but don't mess with my coffee! I grabbed paper towels, crushed the vermin and immediately called an exterminator.
And so began my reentry to normal life. It was a rude awakening. I hope to have happier updates for you from now on...but let's be honest...January hasn't been the best of months so far. Here's to February sucking less.