A day in bed

This really wasn't a good day for us.

 

Bone dry & Bed-bound

Neither of us had slept well, and when we did finally stir, it felt like we’d been steamrolled by a flu-ridden freight train. All we could manage was to hang the do not disturb sign on the hotel door and retreat back into our cave of crumpled tissues and regret. The only plan was to try and sleep it off — again.

Eventually, Jane bravely shuffled round the corner to Walgreens for supplies: medicine to fight the lurgy, and drinks to counter what now seemed to be a full-blown case of dehydration. It wasn’t the flu that was dragging us down — or at least, not just the flu. Despite steadily taking on fluids, it seemed none of them had any plans to make a graceful exit, if you catch my drift.

Honestly, I don’t think either of us ate a single thing that day. Just stayed curled up in bed, wilted and withered.

Without doubt, this was one of the shortest — and least glamorous — entries in any travel journal we’ve written. But hey, if we were going to crash, at least we crashed in a city we loved. Even if, for today, we only saw it from behind closed curtains.