And there was that nagging feeling that this might be the start of something really bad. I bugged people by asking if they thought something major could be wrong (as if they knew), and finally did what I should have done all along: call Melissa.
I was driving somewhere when I just pulled over and paged her. She called right back. I said, "This is something really goofy," and she laughed and said, "I'm glad." I told her I was worried about feeling sick. She said I probably had a virus and said I should call if I developed a fever. And for good measure, "You're allowed to feel sick, just like any other person."
I knew that already, but I was reassured to hear it from her. I'm lucky to have a caregiver who has the attitude that no question is too silly. Bottom line: If you're worried about something, just call. The next day I started to feel better, mentally and physically.
I took a break from weeding the other day and cut some lilies and a few other early-spring flowers that were coming up. I picked a yellow "flower" that is probably a weed, but if you like the way it looks, then it's a wildflower.
On another bright note, I noticed that blueberries grown in the USA are available now. I bought a pint of berries from Georgia, plump and juicy and more affordable than those tiny trays of imported berries sold over the winter.
I have been snacking on them all day. Yum.