Since last Thursday I’ve been down with the flu. It took me a few days to fully realize it was the honest-to-goodness flu, probably because I was aimlessly staggering from bed to couch to bed in a world that felt like this:
But then today, Day 5, this happened:
This development has been good, in that I’m beginning to make sense out of my world again and find tiny reasons to hope for better things to come.
It has also been startling to my nervous system — things seem to keep popping out of the fuzzy background and shaking me awake. I wonder how and when I will ever function somewhat normally again.
And now my arms are exhausted from typing.