I am in Hour Thirty of this bout, perhaps the worst I've ever had. All normal pleasures are gone. There's not much to eat in the house. I have trouble sleeping because of it. Whole days go by unnoticed. I never leave this room. I was in my pyjamas yesterday at 5:45. P.M.
However, given the extent of the illness (twelve square feet), I predict that my health will be restored in about twenty hours spread over the next few days. Aside from severely aching shoulders and flat feet, I will be fine again.
I do know who infected me: Stephen Ninaber is a superb Ontario photographer who roams Earth looking for beauty (google him), and it is he who posted the gorgeous photo that lowered my immunity; he then clinched the infection by encouraging me to go ahead and paint the image. Clearly a carrier.