Well, not exactly a perfect start to the week. I wasn’t feeling to well yesterday and was just sure it was stress or something similar. Boy was I wrong. I woke up a little after 2 with the worst stomach ache, and before I knew it, was running for the bathroom. This is not easy in a house where somewhere in the vacinity are 6 dogs and two pigs. Lucky for me the pigs decided to sleep outside and the dogs were dispursed evenly through the house, so there were no moving hurdles.

When I got to the toilet and threw up, I imagined that that is what it would feel like if a fire eater in a circus act accidentally swallowed. Water, I had to dilute the fire within. Every time I threw up I drank three or four glasses of water, and finally had diluted it enough to dry heave without the burning.

Note to those inflicted with an un-announced bout of the stomach bug, If you are alternating the poo and the throwing up, do NOT forget, and this is most important, do NOT forget to flush after EVERY switch!

So without any ounce of anything liquid left in the bod, I managed to make it back to the bed where the hub was sleeping soundly, with all the blankets instead of instantly waking upon sharing my discomfort and rubbing my back and handing me a moist towel and reminding me I am going to survive.

Two hours left to sleep before the alarm goes off.

Alarm goes off, get up to go get coffee, have to pee. Realize I have just  gotten the period at 5:30 a.m. on a MONDAY. Frick.

So the rest of the day at work was spent wishing someone could slip me a painkiller and let me crawl under the desk and lie in the fetal position.

Did I mention my sunburn? Totally different story.