but I think I'm finally out of bed. It was a nasty flu that might have morphed into bronchitis. I didn't go to the dr to find out for sure, but the signs were all there. I took echinacea, drank fluids and coughed as much as I could to get the nasty stuff out of my lungs. It appears to be working. I would have gone to the dr by Friday if it hadn't started clearing up though. The dr told me last time not to come earlier than 10 days into it. I have no idea why.
I'm pretty much wiped out from all the coughing. I didn't catch a break yesterday coughing nearly non-stop all day and much of the night. By morning I was able to sleep from a few minutes to a few hours in between coughing spells. A lot of non-productive coughing yesterday with so much effort to achieve so little but today it's a lot easier to get something accomplished.
I am totally exhausted though. I managed to get out of bed (and even make the bed) and head to the store for milk. I didn't go to Beaver Dam though because Mayville was much closer and I didn't have the energy to drive to BD. I could have gotten milk from Kwik Trip but I needed to get something Zach could fix for supper. While there, I found a beef roast for $1.99 a pound so it was a beneficial trip. That will go in the crock pot tomorrow for supper.
Hopefully I'll be feeling much better tomorrow so I can get some stuff done. I am a wuss when it comes to being sick. I hate it. I can never just lie in bed and watch tv and knit because nothing feels good or is interesting. I started watching Fringe that I got from the library and it so totally sucked that I couldn't even watch beyond 5 minutes. Of course, yesterday I decided to give it another go and fell in love with it. I'm a total fan now. That's how awful I am when I'm sick.
Yesterday I finished up the back of the vest I'm knitting for Bette at church. I started the front last night but got to feeling really crummy and couldn't knit anymore. I had the lights off at 8 p.m. and tried to doze off and on in between coughing spasms. Which meant I didn't get a lot of sleeping done at all. But I hope to sleep better tonight.
Heard some sad news Monday morning. We didn't make it to church because I was sick and Zach seemed to be coming down with it as well (darn him and Tom, they got over it within 3 days) but a good and really nice guy from St. Mark's passed away after church. He was there for the service, coffee hour and I think, the Vestry meeting, even made it to his apartment, but never made it to the door. We shared a pew every Sunday and everybody loved him. I'm not sure how old he was but I think he was in his mid 60s. He seemed very young, at any rate. We will really miss him! RIP Ken Restall. What a loving and kind man you are.
On that note, I will head back to bed to lie down as my head feels like it weights a hundred pounds. And I hope to feel better so I can get more knitting done.