Maybe the Universe is trying to tell me to treat my birthday as I would any other day. And maybe, especially at my age, I should listen. It certainly seems that I'm fighting a losing battle to have birthday-related fun, but not for lack of trying. Is that it? Am I trying too hard? Well, I haven't given up entirely. However, this afternoon after taking care of some errands, I was hit hard by what I can only assume is some kind of virus. I have a fever, my head is pounding, and my stomach is so sick I can barely keep down sips of Gatorade. It came on all of a sudden too. One minute I was fine; the next, much less so.
My only hope is a good night's sleep -- and as many sips of Gatorade as I can manage -- in order to carry on with my upcoming two days of fun. I will be mightily disappointed if I have to cancel. The last time I scheduled a spa day for myself (that's what's up for tomorrow) was about seven years ago, and I'm really looking forward to it. And I would be at least as disappointed to miss the plans my son and his girlfriend came up with for Saturday (even if I don't know what they are). I've heard of a twenty-four hour flu; I wonder if there is a twelve-hour flu. That wouldn't be so bad. I just took an Alka-Seltzer, and now I'm going back to my soft pillow and hoping for the best.
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