Still ill.
Please enjoy a picture of The Boy watching "Treme" (too close to the TV, I know, I know) because this is the only photo I can take while lying face down on the couch. Watching TV, slurping down chicken soup and sleeping in my free time is about all I've been capable of. Well, I did make a lasagna the other night so really I should give myself a pat on the back. And a girlfriend came to visit for a few days and I did get her to the beach for a few hours even though my head felt like a balloon. Balloon Head has to be one of the worst symptoms ever! I had it for a week after The Boy was born too (as if having a baby via C-Section wasn't enough for the poor body). Another girlfriend asked me what percentage I was feeling and I told her 75% which was a lie. I think I was closer to 60% but we've all been sick from our little playgroup and I didn't want to sound like a wuss. Now I'm feeling closer to 75%. Tomorrow I hope to be more of an 85%. And then soon I won't be using percentages to gauge my health. I'll be back to using percentages to gauge my sobriety. I kid! Sort of.
In related news, I think The Boy and I have overloaded on boob tube (that's a television for you youngsters) and will need a massive break from it. Mr. Jarcy and I took him to a park today--the first outing in days--and it was as if he had forgotten the outdoors existed. I actually felt similar. But lucky for him his father and some other children's nanny played with him. I mostly sat and fantasized about guzzling Gatorade and sleeping. Like I said, 75%...
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