Wednesday, March 13, 2013
I feel like I am coming out of hibernation. This has been such a strange winter. I don't know if all the Slow caused my immune system to think it could take a break, or what. But I just finished my third round of sickness since mid-January. This time, it was the flu. I blame the petri dish that is Daphne's school bus, and the fact that she has a loose tooth and can't keep her fingers out of her mouth.
Friday night was so nice. Kev and I went to our Hawaiian cooking class and it was a blast. We made delicious coconut braised chicken, bacon and pineapple fried rice, and awesome caramelized bananas. The teacher was great, the food was great...really really fun. I want to go again. But halfway though eating the meal we worked so hard to prepare, I started to feel feverish and achy. Then, I touched my eye. And even though it had been a couple hours and several hand-washings since I chopped up that serrano pepper, touching my eye was a big mistake. Eye On Fire.
In spite of all that, though, it was a great night out. But Saturday was a different story. I knew I was really sick because my hair hurt. I do not like the flu. I am feeling much better now, but Kev isn't feeling great. Fortunately, he started on tamiflu the day I got my diagnosis, so he will probably not have it too bad. Plus, HE did not have to get his nostrils swabbed. Taking it for the team. It's what I do.
Yesterday, I went outside for what seems like the first time in months, even though it had only been a few days. The sun was out in the afternoon, and I noticed a couple of my bulbs have bloomed. I would go take a picture, but I am still in my pajamas. I am ready for spring. And I am officially done being sick. Dee. Yoo. Enn. No more. It's time to get outside and take walks and knit on the porch and all that stuff. I have to enjoy it before summer comes along and sucks the life out of me again.
Last night, I took Daphne to Sweet Frog for a little Girl Scout's 101st birthday celebration. She could not stop eating long enough to let me take a nice picture. Sweet Frog is greatness.
Tomorrow, the good eats continue. I'm going to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants with some friends, and then the owl-making pottery class. Good eats, and good times. And no more sick. Spring!