All that talk about miraculously not being sick as flown so far out the window that I think it may be out of the Earth's atmosphere altogether at this point.
I am thankfully not speaking of the kids (despite Brody's random 24 hour fever, all the kids are fine.) I am speaking about myself.
I believe this is what death feels like.
I can not remember being this sick.
How am I even typing right now? Some heavy duty ibuprofen and a little caffeine via green tea.
I knew Tuesday night I was coming down with something, but got up early to do a 5am gym time on Wednesday, in hopes of sweating it out. Boy was that dumb.
I rapidly became moire and more ill, my fever rising and not stopping. I have been in and out of consciousness ever since.
Besides a high fever, I have chills and am achy all over, and a horrid cough that makes my head feel like it is going to explode.
I am praying it gets better and leaves my body soon.
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