My sister Ann arrived with her family -- and the flu -- on Christmas Eve. I never would have seen her had I not gone up and visited the sickbed. They'd all been at her in-laws' prior to the journey north and by the time she realized she was sick -- really, really sick -- they were already closer to here than there. My brother never saw her. As we shared our Christmas Eve meal together, Michael said that he was looking at his BIL in a whole new light, impressed that he'd bring the boys up here for Christmas even though Annie was sick at home. Heh. Someone must have spiked his nog. That would NEVER happen.
One-by-one we fell. First, my BIL on Christmas Day. Next, their two older sons who'd already returned to Madison. The girls and I went to see "The Golden Compass" in the evening on Christmas Day and shortly after returning home, Maddy said she "felt gross." It was all downhill from there. I tried for a long time to convince myself that I wasn't really sick, I was just feeling weird because of Maddy. Yeah, well, I can dream, can't I? Katie was next. I thought Ali had escaped, as she'd left for work as scheduled, but it turns out that she'd returned after only an hour on the job. I heard that my stepdad had to call it a day by noon yesterday.
I haven't heard about my brother or my other sisters and their families. My mother and Annie's in-laws have apparently escaped, so far; they're the only ones who have had flu shots.
I have not had a day like that for as long as I can remember. Maddy called me from her room sometime in the morning, requesting ice and water. I was so lightheaded after answering the phone, that I had to lie down for a bit before fulfilling her request. I was also very feverish, and changed both my nightgown and pillowcase at some point. I managed to bring glasses and a jug of water upstairs and made my deliveries. At around noon, I forced myself to get up, wash up, and get dressed, but an hour and a half was all I could manage, and I ended up back in bed until sometime between 4:00 and 5:00.
By about 7:00 I had a small bowl of Cheerios. Being pretty much captive, Katie & I decided to watch "The Bourne Ultimatum" again, since our first viewing was riddled with interruptions. I dozed in and out a lot, but I still managed to catch a couple of things that I'd previously missed.
I fixed a "left leaning diagonal lace pattern" section that resembled more of a zig-zag and that was all I could muster for the knitting. Oh, it's a sad, sad state when I'm too sick to knit. The new project is Knitty's Oblique, and even though I'm only a few inches in, it was just too heavy to hold. I never mustered casting on the second -- intended to be Unbiased. Watch for it.
I'm better today -- at least this flu, or whatever, comes on FAST and zips along just as quick. My muscles are still a little sore and I'm not functioning at 100% (mentally or physically), but it's back to work nonetheless. Thank goodness there are only two days 'til the weekend. I hope you all had a holiday/weekend to remember, too, but maybe in a better way.