I've slept! It was the most beautiful thing in the world. Mmm, sleeping. Better and more welcome than a snog. Saturday night I laid my head on my pillow and drifted happily to the Land of Nod, escorted by a cotillion of sheep. Absobloody amazing.
The trouble, apparently, was not the flu, but detoxing. Ah, detox. How I hate thee. It's sort of a long story, but the gist of it is that one of my migraine meds ran out while my mom was in the hospital and I didn't have a way to get to the doctor so he could renew the prescription. I just titrated myself off the dose gradually over the course of a week-and-a-half and thought it was okay. When I started feeling like the black death, I just figured I'd picked something up from the hospital or my sister's kids. But while browsing the web yesterday, I happened upon information about that drug. And apparently it takes 6 MONTHS to titrate off. Um, yeah. That's just a teensy longer than a week-and-a-half; no wonder I've been feeling like a plague rat.
On a bright note, though, I lost 7 pounds! Not eating for a couple weeks will do that for ya - not recommending it, mind you.
My dad has stopped calling. The first week we were here, he called every night to check in and came by on Sunday. But now there's nothing. No call or voicemail or even e-mail. This is probably the happiest my parents have ever been in their married life. Dad gets to do exactly what he wants, when he wants, in the manner he wants to do it without having to check with anyone else; and Mom is free of Dad's presence. It's an ideal arrangement for the two. I very sincerely hope that this time at my sister's helps Mom either divorce him or legally separate. There's just been too much misery there for too long. It's not healthy for either of them.
Well, that killed the mood.
On a happy note, my mom is doing great. She's been feeling better than me these past two weeks. She's upbeat, perky, and back to her old self. I was beginning to lose hope, but she's really rallied.
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