Loss of appetite

<pushes aside comforter, lifts bedraggled head>

“Hi”

I think I’m coming out of a rather intense bout of the seasonal flu.  Since last Wednesday (that’s five days ago), I’ve been down and out.  On Saturday, I was expecting to start to bounce back.  But no.  And Sunday was more of the same.  The fatigue, dizziness, exhaustion, and cough just kept on coming.  For every hour I was awake, I slept or dozed for two.  I’d have a burst of energy and do some parenting or home-straightening or just sitting upright and then I’d crash for a few hours.

Bryan deserves a vacation.

One of my main symptoms has been a loss of appetite.  Between Wednesday and Sunday, I ate almost nothing…my stomach didn’t feel like it could handle it.  I’d lost my sense of smell and the idea of food seemed a little repulsive.  So different than normal!  But as I lay in bed in my daze, I would ponder how my loss of appetite for food mirrored my lack of drive for really anything.  If the word “appetite” conveys some sense of desire, some grasp our hearts have on something untasted or untried; well, my appetite grabbed its bags and headed out the door last week.

As I lay on the couch, my thoughts which normally churn from one to-do list to the next were void.  I bet that thanks to Netflix instant streaming movies I’ve watched about 10 movies…most of them fluff.  And that’s about all I had the wherewithal to do – lift my gaze to a screen.

The other evening I roused myself, and Bryan asked what I was going to do.

“Put my pajamas back on,” I said.
“Oooo,” he joked, “I’ll call the press.  I hear that there’s something going down at the capitol, but I’m sure that they’ll be interested to hear that after being in bed wearing your clothes for the last six hours that you’ll be switching it up to pajamas.”

That made me laugh on and off for the last couple days.

I’ve thought, “Stop the press!  I’m opening a can of chicken and rice soup!  I’m not sure, but I might be feeling hungry!”

When I woke up at 4  this morning, my tummy was grumbling.  Can’t say that my appetite has returned, but I did feed myself the rest of that can of soup.

Fingers crossed that I’m finally on the mend!