David stayed home sick today. He isn't sure if it's something he ate or if he actually has a bug of some sort. Since I pretty much ate all the same things he did, only much, much less, I'm either thinking he has a virus or he's just suffering from a good case of being a glutton. He did eat an awful lot of things that might not have played so well together in his belly! He hated calling in sick to work today, being as it's the day after the Superbowl and a large percentage of this country was probably hung over. I mean, why should they believe that HE is really sick, right? Well, he had no choice. He's throwing up and his whole body hurts.
I took the girls to school today and came home and got ready to take 3YO to the library. We were running a little late, but otherwise doing okay. Once we were about to leave, I started feeling sort of....icky. My head started to hurt down the front of the face and the back of my neck. 3YO and I were supposed to meet a friend for lunch.
The thought of 'lunch' suddenly made my stomach turn.
I came home instead of going to eat lunch and run errands. 3YO was getting tired anyway. I called my friend and cancelled lunch. I took some ibuprofen and a multivitamin. I ate some tortilla chips. It was then that I decided that the true test of whether or not I was really getting sick was to dip my tortilla chips in some guacamole. I must have passed that test, because I still haven't actually become sick. In fact, I feel okay. I never got any worse and I even feel a little better. The headache has calmed down significantly and I've been eating whatever sounds good. Which is mostly bread. And tortilla chips.
Anyhow, David has spent the entire day in bed either sleeping or emptying the contents of his stomach into our septic tank. (Sorry for the visual) I must feel 100 times better than he looks like he feels.
It's a good thing, too. If I tried to call in sick, I don't think my boss would understand...
...and my cat is still missing. *SNIFF*