Being sick is the pits.

I was down with a raging case of the stomach flu for the past couple of days.

Monday started out normal… although I felt a little queasy… it got a little worse as the minutes ticked by. Around 10am or so… my body said my my brain

“Brain… I think you’d better get me to the bathroom… cuz you’re gonna puke!”

My genius brain said,

“No way… I haven’t puked in like 5 years… I’m not about to start now!”

Needless to say… body won - and because brain decided to err on the side of caution - we made it to the bathroom just in the nick of time.

I went home shortly there after, silently praying. I actually made a deal with God that if he let me get all the way home without vomiting… I wouldn’t cuss for an entire day.

I made it home.... by the skin of my teeth.

It went on like that all day and some of the night. My fever peeked around 10pm, and finally broke around midnight I would imagine.

I was hoping that it was just a little bug and by morning I would be fine. 

I was wrong.

I went into work just long enough to open up the office and wait for “The Boss” to get in. Once he was there, I went to mom’s so she could take care of me. I managed to keep down liquids, and bland food by around 5pm. So it was all good.

Now it is Wednesday - and although my stomach is still a little unsure of itself.. I am much better… and back at work!

being is the pits. I’m glad it’s over!