Last night I had an invalid's cocktail bar--grape Gatorade, ginger ale, ice water, Advil, Tylenol, saltines--on the nightstand, and I've managed to sleep for four and five hours at a shot. I don't really wake up to do anything in particular, just ache and toss a little. The fireworks were over by 5:30 am on Saturday, so it's just been fever (which went away early this morning, I think) and soreness and generally wishing I was strong enough to take a shower ever since. I would really, really, really like to eat something, if only because my stomach's been rumbling aggressively for about three hours now, and I'm trying to decide if a couple of scrambled eggs would kill me.
ETA: Okay, BRAT adherents, I had a banana and a piece of toast, and... I don't feel so good. This may be because it's the most food I've had in two days. Glad I didn't try the eggs, is what I'm saying. I might try plain tomato soup (can I? please?) tonight, I don't know. Meanwhile, Sister Girl, who came down with it at almost the exact same moment I did, stir-fried herself some chicken and green beans and is running around driving and seeing friends. Arrgh.