All this week I have been congratulating myself on my good constitution. But today I woke up ill and spent most of the day in bed (luckily it was a Saturday so B was home and could look after little R; he made me homemade minestrone soup too). Ugh, I hate being sick, partly because it intrinsically is awful, and partly because it conflicts with my view of myself (that I am superwoman and amazingly tough, who can do anything!!).
I have decided that tomorrow I will be all better. Hopefully my mental powers will somehow overpower the bacteria/virus and this will indeed be the case. Until then I will just feel sorry for myself.