Stomach flu is a crappy present.
Well today was supposed to be my anniversary. I mean, it still is. But we were going to go to the park to take a walk (that was where we started dating), and that very much did not happen because when I woke up I quickly became very ill. Not to get too graphic, but nothing wants to stay down from either end. Appetite’s gone, and I’m running on like 1% energy. Sitting up is exhausting and I periodically feel like I’m going to faint, which is my least favorite feeling ever. Laying in bed all day is not my preferred way of spending an anniversary. It wasn’t even sexy bed-laying, smh. Well, sitting up long enough to write this has exhausted all my energy, so it’s time to try to sleep again, and then it not work. Y’know though, all of this just makes me even more appreciate of my husband. He’s a good guy, and he always takes care of me. Genuinely don’t think I’d be able to get by without him. Hope you all are faring better; hoping I’m doing better tomorrow, but I won’t hold my breath.
