I really hate being sick

Just venting, feel free to ignore.....

I as so glad these past 72+ hours are behind me!

Friday night I went to the open house at Indigo Wellness. Sold some items, things were going well for me, made some contacts. It was a good time. However, hubby was home sick throwing up with some bug or food alergy. He was much better by the time I got home, but he still wasn't the greatest and I slept in the spare bedroom.

I woke up Saturday morning really stiff and just assumed I was achey because of sleeping in a strange bed. I took a couple of naps but didn't think much of it. Then Saturday night things changed. I had a massive headache, migrane intensity but different. Every time I coughed it felt like the top of my head was going to blow off. My hubby tried rubbing my neck (which almost always works) but it didn't help. I ended up sleeping on the couch so I wouldn't have to move. Every time I did my stomach churned a little. I did crawl into bed around 5 when I got too cold.

Sunday morning I awoke to a 101.6 fever. I spent the day sleeping at least 30 minutes out of every hour, often times longer. I did absolutely nothing but sleep and run to the bathroom (oh, that part was fun too). Sometime during the day I called my mom because nobody can make you feel better when you are that sick. I told her I ate chicken noodle soup and she said "Oh, you must be sick!" (I don't eat chicken noodle soup, long story) It finally let up around 6 o'clock Sunday night, but I was still exhausted and had a high fever. I decided to take a shower and that is when my fever broke. The weirdest thing in the world is taking a shower and sweating at the same time. But, at least it broke! I was actually able to stay awake for a couple hours and watch some TV, but then off to bed early.

I decided I needed to take today off of work because I would be too exhausted to function. It was a good thing too. I had round two of running to the bathroom for a few hours. I took a 3 hour nap and now feel great, just a minor headache that won't go away. I can deal with that.

Now, I am ready to eat some 'real food' (maybe) and go to work in the morning. But, I have a question. Why is it that everytime I get sick, it is always on a weekend?!? I felt guilty taking today off, but there was no way I could have functioned.