The big bellyflop

Let me illustrate this cold in my head with a metaphor.
This morning, I am strolling casually along the length of a diving board, smiling. I reach the end and start to bounce, gently at first and then a couple of really good jumps up high in the air before launching off...into a painful bellyflop. Yow.

Last night after the girls went to bed, my cold felt so bad I was afraid it was actually flu. I was awful and collapsed weakly into bed before 9pm. This morning, I was relieved to find that it was still just a cold. My head was full of fuzz, but I felt mostly okay. I carried on with my day and even enjoyed a walk with a friend after school drop-off (that was the length of the diving board). By the time I got home, I knew I had reached the jumping off point. I played with Stephanie, tidied, and updated the blog from the weekend (bouncing)...before the big leap off into the big bellyflop of ick.
Thank goodness Markus could come home early. He took the girls out to play, and I passed out in bed.
My gorgeous redhead girlfriend made us dinner. It is a sign of how ick I feel that I accepted her offer gratefully.
Now I'm sitting here in a fuzzy post-hard-nap state, feeling thankful for support where it can be found when it is most needed.
Right now, my greatest need is for more tissues.
Sniffle.
Snort.
Sigh.