Cabin Fever!

By Amanda

Yesterday was my 31st birthday and my 10th day in bed recovering from a severe allergic reaction. Alex and I had grand plans to ring in my birthday at a romantic bed & breakfast out in the country, but had to cancel them when it became clear that I was in no shape to travel. Though it was disappointing, Alex managed to make my birthday special and even surprised me with a lovely necklace (after convincing me that my only presents were dry non-fiction books). Here's a look back at the day:

{It began with breakfast in bed}

{Followed by present opening, supervised by Harry, of course}

{We had my favorite meal, eggplant parm, for dinner}

{And Alex made my grandmother's wacky cake for dessert. I'm a lucky girl!}

It was a really nice birthday, but after 10 days in bed, I'm starting to get restless. Yesterday, Alex and I were thinking back on our hibernation (he stayed home from work to take care of me) and were realizing that we've racked up some impressive stats.

Amanda and Alex's 10-day sick-cation, by the numbers:

• 4 doctors' appointments
• 3 different doctors
• 8 different medications (not all at the same time)
• 3 bottles of ginger ale to relieve the nausea (for Amanda)
• 1 bottle of gin to relieve the sound of Amanda's whining (for Alex)
• Countless quesadillas (the only thing I'll eat when I'm nauseous)
• Countless frozen pizzas (the only thing Alex had time to make for himself)
• 3 completed TV series: The Tudors, Felicity, United States of Tara
• 2 ongoing TV series: Downton Abbey, Breaking Bad, Top Chef

It was quite a week. I'm starting to feel better, but don't expect I'll be hitting the town anytime soon. Baby steps...