So this week sucked for Jen and I. We both came down with the flu at the same time. Symptoms began Tuesday around lunchtime, so I called Jen and asked her where the Zicam was. I thought I was getting a cold (if only). She let me know that she was also feeling poor, which worried me. No one likes to be sick at the same time as their spouse; who will pamper whom? Around 2 pm, I knew it was getting worse. I rushed to get some work to a stopping point when Jen IM’d me saying she was crashing as well. I knew right then, this was bad. The fever kicked in, the chills, the tunnel vision… the quick shuffle to the toilet… the mouthwash… the brushing of the teeth… the notification via IM to wife and coworkers that I was going offline with the flu… the huddling fully dressed under the blankets… and then Jen was home. And she climbed under the covers and we huddled in misery together.
I’ll spare you all the rest of the depressing details, but suffice to say, when we could finally leave the house to go to the doctor, he confirmed it was the flu. Turns out there has been a recent explosion of cases in the area and we are just two of the lucky ones. We’re on Tamiflu now, and feeling better intermittently. I’ve been able to get some work done that I missed while laid up in bed. I was able to shovel the driveway today. Jen cleaned up a bit. We’re getting back to normal, but we had to cancel dinner plans for tonight and the Super Bowl party for tomorrow. Oh well.