Mamas Aren't Supposed to Get Sick

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I cannot believe how awful I felt all day today. What started as a lingering, worsening two-day sore throat morphed over night into something resembling a flu, including all of the fun gastrointestinal issues that go along with that. Sigh. The bright side is two-fold: PG is an AWESOME nurse, and an even better father. So not only were all of my needs met today, so were Zane's. That's some good stuff, right there.

Also, thank you to Karen, Aunt Laura and Lisa for the shout-outs from the fan club. Reading your comments was also a bright spot in an otherwise truly miserable day.

Comments

Anonymous said…
So glad PG was there to take care of you and Z. I hope you feel better soon. Lots of fluids, rest, gargle with warm salt water (not too salty), and maybe you will be much better in no time. Love you bunches.
Aunt Laura
November 10, 2008 at 11:03 PM
Keysgal@QuietWater said…
Hope you are feeling better today. You sounded much better when we talked last night. Hopefully Z & PG will stay clear of whatever that bug is/was. xoxox
November 11, 2008 at 10:37 AM
Anonymous said…
I hope it isn't kuro but you should have it checked.
November 11, 2008 at 2:39 PM
Anonymous said…
tipo: kuru
November 11, 2008 at 2:41 PM
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