Munch

The only thing that keeps me sane when I have the respiratory flu is to eat as often as I feel like it. Some people, such as my D. who gave me this virus (thanks, D.!), lose all appetite when they are sick; I am the opposite: I am positively ravenous, every three hours. I cannot eat giant portions (luckily), but all I can think about besides the coughing and the headache and the chills is what I am going to eat next. I mean, my body is craving so I'm listening. I don't need to add self-restraint to the agony of dealing with influenza, therefore I just give in. Luckily my D. was feeling up to a quick car ride to the grocery store yesterday in the late afternoon, because I had devoured almost everything in the house in two days. He returned with pizza, sushi, cookies, orange juice, a dream! Thanks, D., you rock!
My being home and eating all the time is driving the poor dog bonkers. She is restless from few walkies and drooling all the time from the excess food flying through the house. Poor thing, I felt so bad for her today that I bundled up and trudged to the park. She blasted around in the snow as though she had never seen the stuff before, poor housebound pupster!
But after that exertion, you guessed it, I'm hungry again. This blog post was meant to be longer, and yet my stomach is assailing me, gotta go eat. Thanks for tuning in, and stay well; I wouldn't wish this flu on my worst enemy.