From the second I start to feel ill; its all blankets and clear fluids for me. At 2:00 am., after 5 hours of constant whining and projectile vomiting(love the gory details, don't ya?) Brent drove all over town to find Nyquil to
Alls' it took was one "my mommy holds a wash cloth over my forehead and rubs my back while I'm puking..." and there he was. Next trip to the bathroom, Hubby of the Year was at my side, washcloth in hand. I told you. I'm an impossible person when I'm sick. When wifey ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. I did not marry a stupid man, people. Though, the fact that he never seems to catch these same bugs makes me wonder if I did marry a non-carbon based life form.
Anyway, all this is really just to tell you that I'm sitting here, in bed, breathing through my mouth because my nose is so clogged that my ears pop when I swallow water. And I'm pretty sure I can smell my own boogers. Which is kind of neat in a gross way, because HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!
Honorable mention to my Mommy, who spent many years taking care of me while I was sick (faking it or not) and holding that washcloth. Thanks momma! You have officially ruined Brent's hopes for ever comparing to your nursing skills :)