Tragic Sandwich

I’ve been sicker.

For example, I was actually able to get Baguette to day care on my own. Not bad, if I do say so myself. Why?

On Friday, Baguette came home with a stomach virus. After several bouts of vomiting, she was done–and the next morning, she was fine. (We skipped swimming and a Halloween party in the interests of Calm, but she clearly was back to her regular pizza-loving self.)

And all seemed well. But then, last night, it turned out that I had the same stomach virus. And between trips to the bathroom and just feeling lousy, I think I got maybe two and a half hours of sleep.

As the night progressed, I also started to feel very achy. And my feet got cold–so cold I dug out the ancient cashmere socks that I bought I-don’t-know-how-long-ago.

We didn’t sleep in much after Mr. Sandwich left for work, and I got Baguette to day care about 30 minutes later than usual. Then I went back to bed and slept until about 10. When I woke up, I was still achy, and my feet were cold again. And eventually, the aches turned into an actual fever. So not only did I have some kind of stomach bug, but I got to top it off with the flu! Huzzah!

I spent most of the day on the sofa bed trying to keep warm. I felt so bad that it was too hard to get up, walk 15 feet to the hall thermostat, and turn on the heater. It was going to be a warm day–surely the house would heat up on its own. But it didn’t, and the socks and a fleece throw could only do so much, so eventually I succumbed to the lure of the heater.

I tried a little water, and then a little weak tea, and eventually some Gatorade. And with the exception of one piece of toast, which clearly was a bad idea, that was all I had until Mr. Sandwich got home from work. (Dinner: broth and a little rice).

I’m feeling better now, as indicated by the thermometer above, although I’m not sure how much of that is due to the Tylenol I was finally able to take. And it’s definitely not as bad as the time three and a half years ago that we got swine flu.

But it was still miserable, and I hope Mr. Sandwich doesn’t get it.