Good news! I survived.
To tell you the truth, I wasn't really sure I'd make it. The first couple days of the flu aren't really that bad for me. I usually have a pretty positive outlook and only expect it to last the requisite 48 hours. I figure that being sick is a part of life...part of the human experience, you know?
But when hour 49 rolls around and the incessant throbbing of cranial pressure hasn't yet subsided I start to slip into the a realm of the unreal where the world spins around me and time has lost meaning. I sit on the couch in my pajamas where day equals night equals day.
Until, glory of glories, the end is granted. The haze of influenza is lifted up from my sorry carnal body on the blessed wings of divine goodness and I am freed.
I look around, reborn and realize that A WEEK AND A HALF has passed without my notice.
The only indicated that time has passed inside my home is the 3 foot tall tower of used Kleenex on the floor by the couch and the different striated layers of mystery goo on the cuffs of my pajama sleeves.