Sigh... talk about getting hit by a Mack truck. This stuff was horrible. I'm still incredibly weak but for the first time since Sunday, I could walk in the kitchen with the coffee pot ready to go and not head straight for the sofa. Having slept through most of the week, it is good to be awake.
I think it was Vee who asked if my husband cooked? Hehehe hohoho hehehe... ummmm... no. Neither does he know how to make coffee. When he was young, boys took shop classes and girls learned to cook and sew. Some men later learned to cook... not him. Well, he does make his easy over eggs each morning. I think he can make toast. He was very good at bringing crackers and orange juice when I slept through lunch and developed seriously low blood sugar... twice.
He also drove into town to buy a cheeseburger one night and KFC on another and didn't complain about using gas to drive for fast food. I think he was hungry. Isn't it strange what you crave when you are very sick? While I can eat cheeseburgers almost any time (I craved guacamole cheeseburgers when pregnant), I must be in the mood for Kentucky Fried Chicken. Who knew such moods included being so sick?
I don't know about you but spring has never been so welcomed. March can be cold-ish. March has been known to bring ice and snow storms. However, March also brings hope with the first very warm days here and there. We know April follows March... and then May. HOPE... :)
I don't think my brain is up to a Sunday Afternoon Tea, yet. The words are swirling around in my head, trying to become complete sentences... but they are having trouble landing in such fuzzy thinking.