the only food I ate all of yesterday.
The Chef made me an emergency quart of stock in the morning, before going off to work. He also brought me ginger ale and lemons and oranges and fresh juice. Sweetly, he brought all of them to me with tender concern in his eyes. That made me feel a little better, for a few moments.
You see, at the worst time imaginable, I have grown sick, very sick. During the fall, I flirted with having a cold, and skirted the edges of flu for a few days last week. Each time, my healthful eating and adoring honey brought me back from the brink. This time, however, there was no going back.
This is the first time I have been truly sick since I stopped eating gluten. Damn, I guess gluten-free does not mean germ-free!
The doctor said, yesterday morning, that my raw sore throat, ear ache, swollen glands, and fevers are probably just a viral infection. When I told him all that is going on, and especially that I have a manuscript due to the publishers in three and a half weeks, he smiled and said, “Well, that might have something to do with it, don’t you think?”
Yes. I’m sure he’s right.
This past week, I have been terribly, terribly sad about this story, which makes my flu feel superfluous. My vivid imagination spiraled into their story, and I could not shake the feeling of grief. I know that many of us felt the same. The only gleam in all that darkness was watching the way people came together through the internet, this quixotic, beautiful community.
I’m so grateful to have a body that can feel malaise and pain. Still, I think the sadness weighed me down, along with the deadline.
And so, I’m taking a break for a few days. Doctor’s orders. I’ll be back when I’m better, when my throat doesn’t ache with a slaking rage. I’m hoping that today I will feel well enough to prop the laptop on my knees and work on the book. If not, it’s more sleep for me.
Until I’m back, talk amongst yourselves. Here’s a topic: best gluten-free methods for fighting the flu.
I could use some.