Ugh. I've been feeling bad since Wednesday with a major headache I attributed to caring for two babies under phototherapy lights. Sometime around one a.m. on Thursday, I started feeling seriously not right.
Came home, tried to eat, barfed my guts up. Called out sick, laid down for "a little while" and next thing I know it's 10 a.m. on Friday. I have a vague memory of watching TV with Jason and talking to my mom on the phone, but I might as well have been in a coma the rest of the time.
Still feel like I'll yark like a cat if I eat anything. But at least my temperature is UP, yes, up, when I got home Thursday morning, I was so chilled and cold I thought for sure I had a fever, but my temperature was 95.6. I took it four times.
Loki sez: That does not excuse the fact that we received no breakfast this morning.