Sick In My Head, Sick In My Bed

So, last week I felt so tired it was inexcusable. Really, there was no real reason for it. I should have known then what I know now, and that is that the plague was about to hit me. I guess that's what you get for letting your coughing daughter use your cherry chapstick or for kissing said ill child to feel her warm forehead.

So, now it's me that has been struck. I feel awful, truly. I did a bunch of running around and got the errands done yesterday that I needed to do (my poor husband and his days "off.") Then, as soon as I sat for a moment, it whacked me on the head with a sledgehammer. I started the body aches, and the extreme headache. That was followed by the fatigue and finally by a fever that had me alternately sweating and freezing throughout the night. Greeeat. I felt so tired, but couldn't sleep because of feeling so darn crummy.

I can't lie around today and nap because I have a daycare child coming, but maybe while she naps I'll lie on the couch and moan and groan. That's the only time I have for it, and for feeling sorry for myself. Well, besides the venting I get to do here, to you lucky readers. After that, I have dinner to prepare and the girls have activities tonight.

I hate being sick. Can you tell?