I usually pride myself with how tough I am in moments of pain or sickness. I rarely call out of work sick, and the bronchitis I had over Christmas barely pulled a complaint out of my lips. (I say barely. I may have grumbled a little bit here and there). 😉
But this bout with the flu? I’m in misery, and my poor husband is very much aware of it.
Yesterday afternoon, after going for a drive with my sister, I came home exhausted and had a slight headache. I lay on the floor to play and tease my two kitties. Nate came downstairs and I had fallen asleep. It was just about 4pm.
Then the chills hit… Then the fever… The severe headache. The nausea.
I woke up at midnight and felt so sick, I wanted to cry. So I crawled out of bed, shuffled over to the bathroom, and took my temperature again. 101.4 degrees. Ugh! So I did the practical thing. I crawled back into bed, poked the husband awake, and told him that I was so sick. Misery loves company, I suppose.
And so, today I called out of work. I shall be spending the day in bed and enjoying a diet of gingerale and crackers.
How many of you have a long weekend because of President’s Day? Doing anything fun? If you’re working, hope you have a good Monday! 🙂