Shoot. Things were going so very well in Germany.
We explored the city and revisited many of the places I used to trod –
And met up with some dear friends who I haven’t seen for years and years.
After a fabulous dinner and conversation, we went back to our hotel and it hit me. The aches. The watery eyes. The fever. The cough.
In my view, a burden shared is a burden halved and so I told AP every symptom and then some.
“Ich bin krank” I told the hotel desk clerk and so she arranged for herbal teas to be sent to my room. I also told the matron at the chinese restaurant and she gave me hot and sour soup.
“I need another blanket. I think I have a fever. I’m cold. I’m hot. I’m thirsty.”
And so it went. It is a miserable virus. I’m home, tucked up in bed now.
And I feel better for sharing.