I have written about us having the flu. At first it seemed like the fast-moving surgical strike type of flu: Snap of fingers and violent symptoms begin, hours of agony, snap of fingers and symptoms stop.
Well, not exactly. Not exactly, at all.
I guess what happens to most victims is this: Oh, feeling sort of bad, then, BAM, really, really bad. It is so bad when it abates, you feel much better – but only relatively. Days of sort of sick continue. I was different: felt sort of bad, got flattened like a cartoon character, sort of re-inflated and then continued to feel sort of sick.

Are you sort of following me here? Perhaps this flu eats vocabulary for energy.

While I was spared the wild vomiting, I am now waiting out the slow down of my stomach processing machinery. I eat crackers, some with a little cheese on them – but not very many or I feel soooo full. I tried something else – okay, it was part of a Little Debbie Boston Cream Cake – and proceeded to burp it up for hours. So back to crackers and cheese.