Sick, Sick, Sick

Gross. That's about all I can say for the last few days.

Friday morning I woke up for work, and Jaime is always gone by the time I wake up. This time she was still in the bed.

"Bug, WAKE UP, you are late!" I say.

"Not going, I am sick," she says.

Unbeknownst to me, my wife was up all night with it coming out of all places. Not good.

Later that day she is checking in with a 103.1 fever. Honestly I thought I had gotten away with it. I went out Friday night, felt fine all day Saturday. We got some pizza and I still felt ok. Until about 8 o'clock Saturday night.

Same thing almost to a tee Jaime had. I think the only difference is that she had a higher temprature, but I threw up more. Really a pretty nasty thing. Today my fever has broken, but I still feel like I have been hit by a truck. Soreness from the upchucking, my head is pounding. Ick.