Sicky

There are two things that I can count on every year:  1) In the late fall I will develop a sinus/ear infection, and 2) Between New Year's and Easter, I'll have some kind of food poisoning/stomach flu.

Every year.

So, I will save you from the gory details of the last 36 hours.  I had to skip my clinicals yesterday.  If I had gone, I would have probably been admitted.  The most difficult thing that I did yesterday was move to the living room from upstairs. 

My beautiful boy bought me the right color Gatorade, and even surprised me with gardening magazines.  What love I have in my life.

Today, I managed to get to class and take a test, but left as soon as I turned in my scantron. 

Oh what misery a stomach virus can bring about.  You avoid all food and water out of fear, curse the heavens that your book/phone charger/slippers/pillow were left upstairs, and you vow that once this passes, you'll stick to the most healthy, organic, conscientous diet known to man. 

God help us all when the nurse gets sick.