A brief but powerful flu virus cheated me out of my weekend.
It started Friday at noon, and by 9pm, I had a temperature of 102 and was simultaneously shivering and sweating under a down blanket. My mom called to check on me. I was a little out of it, but I remember her talking a lot. In my feverish delerium, I recall two pieces of the conversation very distinctly:
1 - "You need to take some Tylenol. For the fever. You don't have Tylenol in the house? How can you not have Tylenol? No, Ibuprofen and Alleve are not Tylenol. You know, Tylenol is a pretty basic thing and you should really have it around. Well...Tylenol PM will be okay for tonight, but tomorrow, you really need to go buy some extra strength Tylenol. I can't believe you don't have Tylenol in your house. [speaking across the room to my dad] No, she doesn't have any Tylenol. No Tylenol in the house - can you believe that? Huh. Well, how about aspirin? Do you have any aspirin? No, Ibuprofen and Alleve are not aspirin. Really, Tylenol is a very basic thing. Nowhere in your house do you have Tylenol? You know, Tylenol is something you should really just have on hand."
2 - "...and it's not like you have a husband to take care of you..."
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