Tales from the sick ward

the least one's photo of our first daffs.

Third son brought home bowls of ravioli soup for Gary and me from the restaurant last night.  I had mine for lunch today and it was wonderful.  So nice to have something different, and a luxury to boot that someone else fixed it.  My on and off again sore throat is still undecided about crunchy food, so ravioli just slipped on past without making me wince.  The perfect meal.

Everyone's healing here, but fourth son got sent home from work today since he's still showing signs of conjunctivitis.  I realize it spreads like wild-fire, but the way the working world is today, folks work through all sorts of symptoms and illnesses and everyone turns a blind eye.  Refreshing to see his superiors make a stand in favor of everyone's health.  Good call.  

And with my research hat on I was able to pinpoint what we've all had, and it's called adeno*virus.  We don't have the sort that causes stomach issues (thankfully) but it's limited to the above-the-neck troubles---sore throat, runny noses, endless coughing and for most, the pink eye (not me, though...yay). Seems to last 10-14 days start to finish.  Darn long.  Oh, and did I mention fatigue? Definitely don't like that part.

Well, time to run.  Am just being a slug in bed with Daisy, and need to put the chicken on to simmer for a pie later on. Gary says we need to eat, and all the while he's talking, the sick ones are looking at him with one eye and seeing a cabinet lined up with soup with the other.  We're two ways about eating.  Mostly not in favor.  Not the best way to lose weight, but it is one way.