Greetings from the Sick Bed

I am just now climbing out from under the rock that has held me in bed since early Saturday - the flu. With 103 fevers and the feeling that I had left some part of me on the subway tracks, I felt sicker than I have experienced in many years. Thankfully it didn't involve throwing up or other nasties of that nature, but the fever, sweats, aches, shakes, and consumptive cough were enough to have me moaning in typical guy fashion for days. My wife, accustomed to my sick bed histrionics, greeted it all with a mix of compassion and rolling eyes. My kids just regarded me rather suspiciously, with my older son asking me to make sure I didn't throw up on the Playstation. (Oh, if only I could have willed up some carefully aimed projectile vomiting at that very moment.) This is the first day I've been out of bed for more than trips to the bathroom. And it's amazing how quickly the ague can sap one's energy and will. At least my boss possesses a cavalier attitude about using sick days, insisting I take as long as I needed to recover. I would have gladly taken the two days at work over feeling this miserable. But for once I took sick days through which I didn't feel paranoid about missing the work! That would not have been the case in previous jobs. Back to work tomorrow - and back to regular posts - I hope.