I stay in bed and medicate myself with tylenol and/or dramamine (if I'm nauseous).
My kids bring me toast with cinnamon sugar on top and tea. Sometimes I'll have chicken broth, but mostly water and clear juice.
I have a favorite blanket that I wrap around me. I sleep. I watch TV or favorite movies.
I whine. A lot. People stay away from me because I'm whiny and cranky. I like that. Mr. Scully makes grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken noodle soup for supper. I get it brought to me on a tray and I get to eat it in bed and dust all the cracker crumbs on his side of the bed. That's kinda fun. When I'm at this stage, everyone knows I'm starting to feel better, so I try to fake it a bit longer. (Hell, I look after people all the time... it's nice to be catered to once in a while!!)
Love, Scully