… yep. It was inevitable, was it not? Guess who got slammed herself with some part of that viral nastiness? I got up this morning for work but it took every ounce of my strength to do so. I thought I was just extra tired from yesterday’s activities. Got to work (screaming and cussing at all the slow drivers out there) and promptly felt like total crap. One hour later found me in the bathroom (ickiness censored for those with delicate sensibilities). Melissa (pregnant (and kind) co-worker) pretty much forced me to leave and so I did because I now felt like I had been run over by the truck that got H.

I got home and slept for about 3 hours, got up, ate some soup, checked in online and went back to bed where I’ve been most of the day.

I feel better now but still very tired. I had a piece of toast and some protein shake and think I will go back to bed soon. That way, I can definitely make it in to work tomorrow and over to the dentist for the fun extraction.

Being sick is not much fun. And btw, H is all recovered today so he was able to tend to me a bit as well. Reciprocity is a nice thing.