So Sunday night, I am sitting at my computer minding my own business. I was actually putting together my Fun Monday post, so that I could post it first thing Monday morning ( which DID NOT happen). All of a sudden I just began to ache. I told Randy that I was dying as I crawled into the bed.
He asked me if my chest hurt. Apparently, in order to die, your chest must hurt. I said no and then started to tremble and shake as if I were outdoors naked in a snowstorm. I am telling you, I was chilled down to my bones. Four blankets, a hot bath, my husband...nothing could warm me up. Shortly after that the nausea started.
I am telling you. This was the virus from hell. I was up until 5 am freezing and dying. Finally, Randy gave me NyQuil (because I was keeping him awake.) And then, Praise the Lord...sleep came.
I rested up yesterday. I slept until one and then read most of Middelsex. (I am slowly putting a dent in my Fall into Reading list. Slowly...very slowly. 1 1/2 down, 3 1/2 to go.) So today I am back at work. Yay.
Now, I am just hoping and praying that the kids don't get it. Or God forbid Randy gets it. Then I would go nuts...