Write it on the calendar. Today at 5:45pm Andrew came to the bedroom and said, "This has been the hardest day of my life."
Now when he says "I know how you feel" after a long day, he really will.
I am starting to feel better. At least I am keeping the ginger ale down. Unfortunately I have only eaten 1 saltine cracker and 10 ounces of soda. I feel weak and crappy and all I want is a shower but I don't think I can stand up in it.
Please pray that Andrew doesn't get it.
Oh, and I just took my temp and it was 102.3. What do I do now?