Spinderella, Cut it up One Time

I’m here. Not dead. Although a few days ago, I felt pretty close to it.

I finally got to go on a vacation–a real vacation–for the first time in about 15 years. My boyfriend took me on a cruise. He even paid for the spa package. It was fun and I’ve never been so spoiled in my life.

That being said, I did tell him to save the money on that spa package next time. It’s expensive, and you end up with a lot of appointments where they then try to upsell you on a bunch of stuff.

When we got back on land, we checked out a town he lived in in Texas, a place he wants to move back to. It was nice! He was right when he told me that Texas wasn’t what I thought it was. The place he used to live had a small-town feel but was spread out. He pointed out his old houses. We took the numbers of apartments that are leasing in areas that he knows to be decent areas.

Somewhere in Arkansas, I started feeling unwell. Then miserable. When I finally made it back to southern Illinois, I got a test and discovered that I was positive for Flu A.

Let me tell you, this has been the most miserable flu I have ever had. Immediately after the cruise, I had to miss two days of work, which ate me alive. I felt so guilty to take off a week and then miss two days due to illness. But since I work with the elderly, I can’t go to work even if I want to.

But now I’ve been back a couple of days and I still get winded easily. I just now finally got my appetite back some–after FIVE DAYS.

And it seems like I cannot get enough sleep.

So this strain of the flu is miserable AF, but that cruise…that was pretty wonderful.