Ah yes, I've hit rock bottom. The worst has passed and healing is on the way.
I've achieved that next, all-important phase of any decent common cold cycle:
Today I recovered my dignity.
I looked down at the same clothes I'd been wearing for 36 hours, front dotted with chicken soup stains, collar reeking of fever sweat and said to myself, "For the love of all that is decent! I need a shower."
And shower I did. The first time in three days I felt like actually cleaning myself up a bit. The first time in three days I'd cared.
This may sound like a small thing, but it's a big step on the road to recuperation.
Emerging from the shower, I felt like a new woman. It was one of those showers that not only cleans the skin, but refreshes the soul.
And then...I took a big step...I actually left the house. For only an hour, but it's progress.
I ran an errand to the post office, then went to Trader Joe's for some sort of food other than broth. While there I scared the beejeezus out of an old lady when I got on a brutal coughing jag (it sounds ugly even though I cover my mouth).
As soon as I got my breath back, I left the store quickly and retreated back into my home triumphant, but weary.
I'm not 100% but I'm making good progress.
Hey, I might even feel good in time for the weekend. Imagine that!