Yes, I got it. I got the flu. I actually got the stomach flu. Lovely right? I was in and out of the bathroom for 10 hours the other day. I even asked my Handy Hottie (aka: the husband's new nickname) if he would "please nail my coffin shut". I thought I was going to die. How does your body have that many fluids to produce when you are SURE there can't be another drop of liquid in your stomach?
Poor Destructo (the baby's new nickname) didn't know what to think about me avoiding him, running past him in the hallway and slamming doors in his face. All he wanted was a hug and I didn't even have that to give.
After the 10 hours, I finally started to feel some what up to coming out of my hiding hole. I attempted to go to work the next day but my body was in no way going to allow me to jump back into the swing of things that quickly. I ended up leaving work early, having chicken noodle soup (the first food I had eaten in over 36 hours), and taking a nap. But now, I'm back. I'm alive. Thank you Handy Hottie for NOT nailing my coffin shut and sending me to my early grave.
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