Sunday, November 13, 2005

Sicko

What are the chances? All my happy plans for this weekend have been felled by a double whammy of biking accident and stomach flu.

Yesterday, coasting down the final (steep) hill after a ride around the city, I hit the brakes too suddenly and went flying over the front of my bike. Thankfully, no major injuries, aside from a badly banged-up knee (I'm dragging that leg around the house like Igor) and some bruises.

Then, this morning I woke up to a gory case of stomach flu: fever, more aches, and...you can imagine. Scott comes in every so often to make sure I'm drinking my liquids (he's acting on prior experience), and he and our friend Grady have stepped in to do my share of the cooking for a movie screening that our neighbors are hosting tonight. The party will go on, while I comfort myself with saltines and ginger ale.

Our neighbor Meredith is a chef, so she's doing most of the work: braised beef with a pepper relish and biscuits; arugula, grapefruit, and avodaco salad; broccolini; and persimmon pudding with vanilla ice cream. Our contribution is a vegetarian butternut squash lasagne (this being San Francsico, it's the veggie alternative).

Grady is cooking as I type. What a treat it is to sit and read while someone prepares dinner in the next room. I can smell the sqash roasting, the garlic and the rosemary. It's Sunday night, my fever is going down, and the world feels very cozy, if a little achy still.

[Note: Scott says I soft-pedaled my description of the accident. Watching me fly through the air, he thought he was facing young widowerhood (that's a real word, I checked). But I come from good peasant stock. My people have been falling off horses for generations.]

6 comments:

Carolyn Tillie said...

Feel better, dear friend...

Butterbemme said...

Sorry to hear of your accident and flu. Grazes aren't nice.

Get well soon!

Best regards from Germany

Sash

McPolack said...

That's right, Miss! That peasant stock is going to serve you well and keep you healthy, hearty, and with a tendency to hold on to every slice of bread you consume, through your long and fabulous life.

Glad to hear you are on the mend...

Cuarentayuno said...

Oh, honey! I'm sorry you have a booboo and a fever... at least you have two sexy men waiting on you, right?

Amy said...

Naughty Cuarentayuno! Grady's girlfriend reads this blog. You'd better 'splain yourself (hi Stephanie!).

For the record, I only have eyes for Scott ;)

hamster laydee said...

Hope you feel better soon.

I discovered your blog by chance today and it's really made me smile. I'll be interested to see So Cal reviews, if you're ever in that part of the world.

I only went to San Francisco for one weekend, but I can see why it's America's favourite city. I used to live in Long Beach. I really miss the Californian way of life.