recovery

a tale of two temporary invalids

We, meaning Isabel and I (Maisie has been happy, healthy, and hungry as ever, thank heavens), have been under the weather these past few days.

Right after I noted that Izzy's been doing great lately, her appetite dropped off and she had a few episodes of vomiting. The explanation, discovered incidentally on last week's routine labs, turned out to be another urinary tract infection.

As for me, after making it past mid-January without a single virus-induced sniffle, I was feeling grateful and just a little smug about the robustness of my immune system. And then . . .

Friday I noticed an increasingly scratchy throat . . .

and Saturday nasal congestion descended like a tidal wave . . .

and by Sunday, I was so achy and miserable and fatigued that any activity except lying in bed sounded like too much to undertake.

But now that Izzy's on an antibiotic and I've had rest, plenty of liquids, and time, we're both getting better each day. Izzy ate all but a few pieces of food in her bowl today. I'm pleased to be more energetic and able to smell and taste again, and I'm newly grateful for (but no longer smug) about that immune system.