There is nothing like a weekend when you and your spouse are ill.
You never knew that you could possibly sleep as long as you do, and yet, you are literally down for the count, as it were. Then you have the question of what to eat. Our friend recommended more chicken soup, which there for a while, was a question if we ate it, could we keep it…hah, as if…
Our four-legged children are quite understanding getting out whenever we can get them out, and sleeping when we seem to either go down or nap.
The doctor’s office informed us that the waiting room was full of lower gastrointestinal and upper respiratory bugged folks.They kindly reinforced what we officially should do….
..if we only didn’t feel as though we were hit by a truck.