I cannot remember the last time I was THIS sick.
Like, in bed or on the couch unable to move or even keep my eyelids open sick.
Like, hacking up so much crap that blood is spraying and I'm dry-heaving.
Like, someone shoot me. Please.
Thankfully, the boys have not gotten it.
When I got up this morning Braxton asked me where I thought I was going.
To work, I said.
He replied that he was taking me to the doctor.
To work, I went!
D has made loads of chicken soup, which is all I've injested.
Besides Sprite Zero, Gatorade and medicine.
A lot of medicine.
The humidifier has helped a ton.
I think.
I lasted two hours at work yesterday.
I am hoping for a solid four today.
I read somewhere that Utah is the sickest state in the nation right now.
I have no idea how they figure that, but seriously I feel like I have put in my solid effort to keep us at #1!
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