Recovering from Manila Crud: the fire still burns

After days of feeling crummy, cruddy and blah I'm finally recovering from what I call "Manila Crud". For six days I didn't leave our apartment and basically slept and sat in my chair with very little appetite. One major sign that I'm recovering is that I had no desire for coffee but this morning when I got up I wanted a cup.  This week when I was out and about people said to me "you look pale", "you've lost weight" and another said "you look terrible." When I was house bound I must have looked like "death warmed over" but thankfully I ain't dead yet. The fire still burns in my gut.