I have survived! To be honest, I wasn't sure if I would. Yesterday was pretty bad for me. I was afraid to eat anything yesterday, but I felt like I should so that Little Major wouldn't suffer. My back was killing me, I didn't get much sleep, and all I succeeded at doing was making a HUGE mess in the living room -- blankets, heating pad, chapstick, water cup, magazines, laptop -- all strewn all over the place!
I still felt pretty terrible last night, and I hadn't eaten any real food (crackers and chicken broth don't count in my book), so I crashed on the basement couch and decided to stay home again today.
I woke up this morning feeling like a new person. What a relief! I even ate a real breakfast today!
But, I know I wouldn't have recovered as quickly if I didn't have my sweet Colonel to rub my back last night or my 2 buddies to keep me company today...
And the normal ONE perk that you sometimes get out of being sick - losing weight - is not so welcome at this point in my life. I'm sure that the 1.5 pounds I lost yesterday will come back quickly to me next week as I make the rounds of my favorite California restaurants.