I’m not dead. I mean, it was a rough go there. But I’m ok.
Monster flu took me out on Monday, hence no update. I still am stuck on the sofa, no longer vomiting blood or at the hospital needing fluids and morphine, but I am definitely down for the count. You would think that given my gastrointestinal perils I would handle this a little better, but that’s a hard no. I am a sniveling, whiny baby right now who is desperate for Hubs to get home and take care of her. So I’ve nothing to say this week, aside from telling you how important it is to wash your hands during flu season.