I got the flu last December for the first time in a decade, and like always it flattened me out. In one way the timing was fortuitous since I’d only moved into the first floor bedroom two months earlier, and climbing the ladder to and from the loft would have pretty much been impossible. But it also showed me that I’d gotten complacent about “what ifs.” When you live completely alone, you need to plan ahead for bad things, and I really hadn’t. Former Weekender Neighbor L was a huge help, bringing soup and store-bought bread, and during the really sick bit the food didn’t really matter anyway because I couldn’t eat for several days, but still. Better prior planning was definitely indicated.
Hence the “sick box…”
Couple of lessons learned – Packaged electrolytes would have been smart, I got really dehydrated. Wished at the time I had a fever thermometer, and they’re not expensive so why don’t I? But mostly soup and aspirin, and now bread, on the first floor so I can get to it when I’m sick.