Am I Alone Here?

Last February, just a few days post Valentine's Day, I came down with the flu (and I had a flu shot). I started running fever on a Wednesday night. I headed to the doctor on Thursday morning, and by lunchtime I was in bed with an official diagnosis of the flu. I had a wicked sore throat, a horrible cough, a pounding headache, and a fever that spiked to 104 more than once. I didn't leave the bed for four days except to take a bath and grab a cup of hot tea. Andrew and Patrick would stand at the door and wave and drop off food and drinks at the door and then run far far away.

Now, before you feel sorry for me, I have a confession to make. Those weren't exactly the worst four days of my life. Sad? Yes. True? Even more so. I mean, I don't particularly enjoy being sick, and I'm not making light of my good health. But not only did I have an excuse to lay around for four days, but I had no choice. Since I couldn't stand up for more than two minutes without feeling like I was going to pass out, I was forced to be the laziest human being on Earth. I read the entire Hunger Games series. I watched movies. I surfed the web. Yes, I did all of that . . . with the flu, and I can't say that I hated every moment. Actually, it was kind of nice. I'm not saying I want the flu again . . . I don't. I'm just making the point that I'm always busy. It's part of life. It's part of being a full time wife, mom, and teacher. And most days it's great, but every so often we are forced to take a break, and sometimes a forced break is what we need.

Hopefully, I'm not the only crazy person that looks back on a short four day illness with some sense of fondness?!?