I visited my dad in Colorado for five days. When I arrived in Colorado, I promptly got sick with a nasty cold. I flew back home on Monday last week and am still recovering. Yuck.
I hate not being productive. My husband has had to do the dishes, clean the cat boxes, and do all the grocery shopping. These things are normally my job but I have had no energy for any of it. I’m finally starting to feel better but am having to force myself to remain quiet so that I don’t relapse. Maybe I’ll be fully recovered mid-week. I sure hope so!
Last year when I went to the states for a month, I picked up something on the flight and was pretty well miserable the whole time … fever, cough, the whole nine yards. Not the best way to feel when visiting kids and grandkids with plans made half a year in advance.