Sick, sick, sick

Last week hubby came home from work, ill... He was home from work on Thursday while I went out visiting with a dear friend.

Friday morning, my version of his illness began. By Monday I was a stuffed up, dizzy, delusional sick to my stomach, drooling zombie.

I'd like to say Tuesday has been better, but in all honesty... not by much. I had plans on Monday, cancelled those. I had plans for tomorrow, cancelled those... I also have plans for Friday, I've prewarned the people, I may be cancelling those.

Hubby was dear enough to bring home supper tonight as I'm in no shape to cook. At least the sick to my stomach stage is gone, but I can barely speak and when I do manage to mutter something, it really doesn't make a lot of sense.

I feel sorry for my doggies right now, as I can tell they are bored. Mum isn't up to her usual fun self. I'm really hoping this doesn't last much longer as it's really bringing me down.

I'm one of these people that is always on the go, always up for an adventure and this is just getting in my way.