At work Tuesday, I started feeling bad...sore throat, body aches, and cough. I wasn't running fever and I didn't want to leave early, so I toughed it out. By the time I got home, I felt horrible...basically like I had been run over by a huge truck...twice.
So of course hubby was at work that night. And I called him...and then started crying, because apparently I'm super emotional when I'm sick. I actually did go to bed early and as I laid there
on my deathbed, these thoughts seriously went through my head:
"Why can't my mommy live with us so she can be here when I need her?"
"Who is going to get up every hour and re-wet my washcloth to put on my head?"
"I have to get up and get my own juice?"
"Why will no one text me back at 4 am? No one should be sleeping when I feel this bad."
So yeah, I basically learned that I'm a big baby when it comes to being sick and I need someone to be there to wait on me. Let's just say my mommy spoiled me.
I'm happy to report that I am feeling much better and I'm actually able to get out of bed. Win.