Aren't all of you nice to leave get well messages. I posted that note yesterday so no one would think I'd died (though I sure feels like I have) and didn't expect any comments.
Actually, I'm feeling much better today, but this is really annoying. I rarely get sick and I have no patience with it. None. Nada. Zero. The crud, which I suspect is just a very bad cold, lays me flat - weak, stupid and crabby. Three days have gone by and I can't account for any of the time.
Nothing about getting older, so far, bothers me much and I've easily adjusted to the few physical changes. I can't stay up all night anymore, but I don't want to anyway. I can't carry as much weight home from shopping, so I make more trips - the better to check out what's going on in the neighborhood. I can't eat a normal-sized meal anymore, but I eat more for flavor and texture than hunger, so it's hardly a difficult adjustment.
But colds? When I got a cold as a kid, my mother handed me a couple of extra packs of Kleenex and sent me to school. I don't remember feeling bad except for an excessively runny nose. Now, colds hit three or four times as hard and last twice as long. It might as well be the flu except for no temperature.
When somethiing like this hits me, I'm not nearly as enthusiastic about getting older as I usually am.