No One Told Me

No one told me that this cold/flu crud had a gastrointestinal component. Last Thursday, my stomach didn't feel too great, but then I chalked it up to the carnitas burrito I ate for lunch. (Good thing I passed up the seriously hot salsa and chips.) The days I stayed home--Friday, Saturday, and Sunday--I didn't eat a whole lot and I didn't notice any problems, but today I ran out at lunch for some Chinese fast food and about an hour and a half later--well, you don't need all the details, but let's just say I found out that more than just my head and chest were affected by this bug. (What amuses me a little though is to consider how much I earn an hour while I'm sitting in the bathroom at work. Yes, I'm amused by odd things, but you probably know that about me already. And at least it helps pass the time when my brain isn't otherwise occupied in the bathroom at work.)

Hubby's still sick and has an appointment to see his doctor tomorrow morning. Someone--either he or his doctor--seems to think he may have a sinus infection. I think it's all in his head. (Pun intended. Funny, eh?!) I asked him why he thinks he needs to see the doctor, and he said it's because he's still sick and isn't getting better. Hello!? He's been sick for four days, and from all I hear, this thing can last a week or two. But, whatever. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he DOES have a sinus infection and the doctor will give him antibiotics.

In the meantime, he's been running a fever, so he gets hot and turns off the heater. If anything, I've been chilled, so finding the heater turned off isn't making me happy. I'm thinking that maybe knitting needles up his nose might help with that sinus infection. Too bad I don't knit.

Time for a nice, hot bath, bed, and a good book. Thanks for stopping by!

P.S.: Today's the Wild Child's birthday and she's 25! Yes, my children were born three years and one day apart. What can I say? May was a very fertile month back in the day.