Last Thursday or Friday I started with a splitting sinus deal. Then coughing, sneezing… Well, the head cold kind of descended and became, umm, gastric in nature. Yesterday was the first day that anything consumed did not generate an immediate expulsion urge. Good thing, too, because I was really in need of something more substantial than popsicles and soup. This morning, I even felt like having a cup of coffee (said in my best Eddie Izzard voice). And the coffee did its thing and there was no disaster or, uh, distress/discomfort. Huzzah. And now I shall torture my body with Thanksgiving feasting. The flu is gone!