I was sick. I'm getting better.
I don't think you want the messy details, but I'm now recuperated to the point where my only remaining symptom is exhaustion, and finally that is starting to ease up. Basically, I've been mostly sick since the last week of April - and boy have I lost a lot of weight. Happily, I had the weight to lose. Some local people, who live on the edge of malnutrition all the time, have had to be hospitalized with what I assume is the same thing I've had.
You want to hear a funny story from my sick leave time? Of course, I knew you would want to! Here it is:
The earliest phase of my sickness involved a good bit of spewing, if you know what I mean. In the wee hours one night, when the household was asleep, I awoke with the need to run to the bathroom, in a hurry. Because we use solar energy, we turn off our system at night, to conserve power until sunrise. It's not a big deal to turn the power back on, but I was in a hurry, so I grabbed my cellphone and repeatedly punched buttons on that for light, as I stumbled to the bathroom.
I was successful in my attempt to reach a receptacle before chucking, for which I am always grateful. As I was just completing this task, my phone rang. As soon as I was able to answer, I heard my oldest son's voice, both through the phone and through the window - he was calling me from the front porch. He said, "Mom - are you all right?"
Now, we have two buildings on our property, and the older kids sleep in the other building from where the rest of the family sleep, so I was amazed, thinking he had heard me throwing up all the way at the other house! When I asked him about this, he replied, "No, Mom, my phone rang, and when I answered I heard all of these awful noises. So I came running to see what was wrong."
So, you see, I called my son (by accidentally hitting the "redial" button), and sent him the sound of me throwing up, over the cell phone. It is nice to know that if I ever have a real need for emergency help, he's ready and willing to run to my aid!