I am sitting here with the certainty that I have never been this sick before in my life.
Luckily, Mr W was indeed wonderful and was me today, which means he spent a lot of time in the car shuttling kids around right after tucking me into bed from as far away from me as he could get and still be supportive. He's doing his part to avoid the pestilence that surrounds me like a cloud.
My eyes are watering and I am sure a lung will pop out the next time I cough.
Unfortunately for me, Ryan has it now too, and I hear someone else coughing, I think it's Ben, and Nolan, he of the no-tonsils, had the gall to tell me he had a sore throat just moments before I placed him in a sleeper hold. I just couldn't take the thought of someone else stealing my sick thunder.
Anyway. I'll get over it. Misery loves company and all that.
I am throwing myself on the mercy of the 'quil gods, and heading down the hallway as quietly as possible, which means I will be hacking up said lung the minute I touch Ben's shoulder, and if that doesn't scare the sickness out of him, maybe my voodoo dolls will.
Curse for a cure?