Ka-fluey

Just when you think you're getting back in the swing of things....

Just when you've wound off another ball for Fulmar....

Just when you're about to do the decreases on the Clapotis....

Just when you've gone to The Fold for their New Year's Day bash. (Hello? Classic Elite mulberry silk and cotton blend for a dollar-eighty-eight a skein????)...

The flu strikes. Not just any flu, either, but that weird flu that's got people in the hospital, the one that knocks people out for weeks.

I spent four days in bed, completely immobile. Couldn't even swallow water, but I forced myself to make the effort because the doctor said drink water or go to the hospital, and I didn't want to go to the hospital.

I sort of turned a corner yesterday. I can eat a little, and drinking is no problem. I sat up for about two hours in the morning and an hour in the evening. So there is improvement, but that's just to say that now I feel like I have the regular flu instead of some medieval, vermin-borne, wrath-of-god virus.

Improvement, but no knitting. I'm a little stronger today and hope to at least get through a row or two. Of something. Anything. Because I'm starting to get that stir crazy feeling -- today is day six, and there's only so much reality tv one person can doze through -- and I'm really out of patience for the not-knitting thing.