like throat so sore i can barely swallow, head feels like my skull might explode, need 20 more hours of sleep, trading hot tea for my morning coffee (blasphemy.) and calling this pack of Halls my lunch type of sick.
i don't get sick often. i have no idea if i am full of baloney, but i like to thank my jacked up thyroid for that. the one time i went to see the reproductive endocrinologist to try and figure out why i couldn't get a baby to stick, he spent 45 minutes explaining to me how Hashimoto's Thyroiditis is an auto-immune disease which means that basically, i have little killer cells in my body that are attacking things they think are foriegn. like babies and viruses. so that's cool about the viruses...not so cool about the babies, but we're done making those so that's a non-issue anyway. so somehow this little rat bastard slipped through the cracks and now i'm feeling all sorts of cruddy.
if i am not well enough by sunday to eat my buffalo chicken dip, it's not going to be pretty.
5 comments:
ugh, im so sorry my love. feel better soon! <3
Yuck, feel better! It's never a good time to be sick. I decided to go with Greg to Brickhouse for the game, but you'll just need to make that dip another time! ;)
sorry you are sick! I ate some buffalo chicken dip for you:)
oh no!!! SAD TIMES! I am so sorry you are sick! Being sick with a little (WALKING!!!!!!!!) babe is tough stuff. :( Hope you are better by now...and got to have some of that dip.
Oh no - I hope you are feeling better!! :( And I hope you got to eat that yummy dip!
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