Can I just say it never rains, just pours!!
So I can’t seem to shake the respiratory part of this flu, which is the reason for all the hype I’m guessing. Atleast the coughs change it up daily so no two days have been the same, seal, dry, green stuff, don’t know what stuff, etc.
One thing stays consistent, I’m dead. No other way to put it, I’m worse than a zombie, I have no idea what gets me out of the bed in the morning. I must look as bad as I feel, the look on Wendy’s face when she saw me this week would have scared me half to death if I wasn’t already there. What a way to greet a good friend fresh from her wedding. I tried to keep the conversation light but when you feel like me you really just wish the world would stop so you can crawl back under the covers and never come out.
So here’s the topper, four days past the fever and still feeling lethargic and now my Door Phone is on the blink. So for all those fortunate people who live in homes and not apartments. I live on the fourth floor with the door in a locked stairwell. In order to receive visitors they must buzz up and be let in. So what do you do when your phone doesn’t work,

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
Option 1 – book it down 3 & 1/2 flights of stairs to see who it is only to be disappointed that it is yet another group of chatty students from Adam or Dantzelle’s classes wishing me a speedy recover, THANKS FOR THE JOG!! Oh did I mention the 3 & 1/2 flights you must now drag yourself up.
Option 2- yell out the kitchen window and pray they know enough English to get the hint you are not coming down 3 & 1/2 flights of stairs just to see who it is, mind you the screen is locked so you can’t even lean out the window dangerously to get a peek before you shout.
or Option 3 which seems to be the option of choice – ignore the broken phone altogether and leave the water guy standing at the door step with the elixir of life. Yes this third option is king until you need H2O.
Once I realized who it was I booked it down but too late, an irritated water boy had already left. I’m not going to lie if I student hadn’t been mopping the stairs I would have sat right there on the first step and cried myself to sleep! I explained the predicament to the student who thank goodness was Dantzelle’s student and she said she would watch for the water boy when he came back. Back up the stairs I called James and explained the predicament and got the water resent.
My thirst will be quenched I have water. Wendy was kind enough at lunch to offer to grocery shop for me although was not able to find any herbal ginger teas for the congestions. So I guess it is Lemon and honey for the weekend. One miracle I would like to thank my Heavenly Father for is that Wendy ran into the British Bonnie at the grocery store who helped her find Gatorade for me. So I won’t wash all my electrolytes away.
Okay quick update. What sick Murphy’s law states that when they send some one to look at a broken phone it decides to work? NOT FAIR. It has been on the blink for a few days and low and behold it decides to work just now!!!!!! I give up.