“There is one consolation in being sick; and that is the possibility that you may recover to a better state than you were ever in before.”
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Letter, June 27, 1855, to Harrison Blake, in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 6, p. 254, Houghton Mifflin (1906).
TIME: 1:12 PM
SUBJECT: Sprite soda
Whatever stomach virus HH and SD had, I got. I knew around 9pm Tuesday night that my evening was not going to end well. The supper I ate was just sitting at the bottom of my stomach like a heavy rock. I went to bed, got the shivers, and lay there just wishing that I would throw up and get it over with. At 3am I got my wish! It was not pretty. When I get sick like that, the only thing that I want is a nice cold glass of Sprite. Luckily, we had some in the house and the HH made me a drink with tons of ice. I drank that and went back to sleep. HH took the day off and got the kiddos to school so I could rest. I did have to drag myself into work to do payroll (très important!) and complete some election committee reports that had to be at the Board of Elections by Thursday. Then I came back home and collapsed again. I’m hoping Thursday will be a better day.