Instead, I spent the entire weekend on the couch, hacking my lungs out.
Yes, indeedy, I caught the King of Colds. It may actually be the flu. All I can say is that this is day five (yes, I'm home from work today -- I still have interestingly-coloured phlegm, so it didn't seem fair to expose my colleagues to that), and this is the first day I haven't felt like I was going to fall over when I stood up for any length of time. Which of course means I couldn't even get anything done around the house. I was pretty much restricted to lying on the couch, reading and playing video games. Which sounds great, except that it was a holiday, and the weather was nice, and I had THINGS TO DO!
I did actually take my bike out on Saturday to buy some groceries. It was interesting, biking back home with my head doing cartwheels independently of my body. I think I will not do that again.
I even missed out on Easter dinner, because I was way to sick to expose my friends to whatever nasty ailment I have.
I really hate being sick. Well, the first day or so isn't too bad, because I can lie in bed and feel sorry for myself. But that's about all I can stand. I start to get really restless and stir-crazy, and that makes me whiney. I don't think I'm much fun to be around when I'm sick, even setting aside the hacking and snorfling.
Sigh. Stupid fragile human body.