Last Friday, M came down with the stomach flu. Granted, she's two and she's going to get the flu. We dealt with it and cleaned up. She was such a trooper. It scared her though. She was pretty much on the mend by Sunday. Now, it's my turn. I was up all night last night fighting the urge to vomit. I refuse to do it. I don't care if it will make me feel better, I can't do it. Why does this have to happen now? Tonight is THE night of PATRICK STEWART. I'm going, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I feel better as the day goes on, but still, why this week with the flu? I hope that R doesn't get it. I hate when he's sick. I also hope that I don't give it back to M. Even feeling lousy, I have washed all the bedding, towels, Lysoled the doorknobs, etc. all day to make sure it's gone. I obviously stayed home from work, which was a good decision. I hated to not go, but R thought I was crazy to go. He said I would get them sick. I see it's not really about me, now is it.
Anyway tonight's the night. Off to find something to wear.
LOL,
CDR
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