Thanks for the well wishes--I'm hangin' in there.
Unfortunately, today was a little worse than yesterday. It started with being woken up for breakfast, and promptly fainting on the cold bathroom floor.
Dr. B got really scared, called Aimee, and she and Julien came over so Julien could speak to the doctor on the phone, and take me to the hospital if needed. Dr. B was in no way able to be speaking french, and I was, well, sort of unconscious-like. I did have the sense of mind to look up the words for faint (se evanouir) and dizzy (étourdi.)
They went to the pharmacie, got advice and more medecine, and told me to stay in bed and eat mild stuff (like the pavés they brought from our local boulangerie--yum) and try to sleep. They didn't advise going to the hospital if it could be avoided. I guess French emergency rooms are a lot of hurry-up-and-wait, kind of like American ER's (unless you are projectile vomiting. They'll see you then! I guess it freaks people out in the waiting room. Go figure.)
Happily, this afternoon, unlike last night (when for some reason my opera-practicing neighbor felt the urge to belt out her daily exercises at 3:25 AM) I was able to catch several hours of shut-eye.
I still feel pretty horrible, but am conscious and breathing. Tomorrow will be spent in bed as well, and I won't feel guilty at all or try to clean anything, I promise.
In a weird sense of world-karma, my little sis (who is coming to visit us for a week starting Thursday--yay!) also is in bed with the flu, way across the pond in Minneapolis. We're this far away, and yet still connected.
Too bad it's not a connection of chocolate, or free money or something. That would be better.