Light at the end of the tunnel of flu

I am slowly--slowly--climbing my way out of a flu that hit me yesterday morning. (Yes, I have fabulous timing, what with Jayson's birth and taking care of a sick (feverish) Katy until Mema got here. Thank heavens that Katy loves her Uncle Brad--she spent most of Sunday draped over him.) I was feeling fine--fabulous, even--on Saturday night (well, fabulous with the exception of those @%$! airlines), and woke up Sunday morning to go fetch Katy with only the slightest sore throat. I even took Katy to see Mommy, Daddy, and BAY-Bee without barely a thought (though thanks goodness I DID think to wear a mask and wash up really really good. I was just being super cautious around that brand-new sweetpea.), and then brought Kate to my house, gave her a bath with my munchkins, and put her down for a nap...all the while feeling worse and worse. Each second, it seemed, brought new pain--joints, muscles, head, eyes, bones, back...and all the while my throat felt worse and worse, like a golf ball studded with needles was lodged in my throat. (Bonus TMI! My tonsils are hugely red and swollen.)

I didn't make it to sacrament meeting, staggered up to the church with Katy for junior Primary, felt very very faint and cried a little, got sent home without Katy (Bradley, with all FOUR kids at church! Give him a round of applause!), and slept most of the rest of the day. In between fever bouts, shivering, sweating gallons, and very strange dreams. Ditto last night--it wasn't pretty. As long as I keep the Tylenol in my system, I seem to be hanging in there. But I can't remember when I last took the pills--and finally I'm feeling a little bit better. So maybe this is 36 hour flu--and maybe I've taken enough precautions (washing, washing, washing hands) that my kids and husband (not to mention Katy and Mema, Telima and Tyler, and...heaven forbid baby boy Jayson) won't get it. It's been SO miserable. I haven't felt this bad all concentrated into two days in a long time.

I love you all--thanks for letting me rant. And now go have some cheese to go with all of the "whine" I just gave you.