We were in the car over the weekend when I said, “My lymph nodes feel tender.”
Henry thought this was hilarious because he’s insensitive, but I was serious! I knew that sickness was on the horizon.
Sorry that I’m a part-time doctor, Henry.
(Apparently, it was my use of the word ‘tender’ that was such a knee-slapper.)
Halfway through yesterday, it hit me and by the time I came home I was low-key dying. If you ask Henry though he will tell you that I was SO DRAMATIC and driving everyone crazy. You guys will never believe this, but I actually RESTED all last night (except for when I woke up on the couch at 10:30 and realized I was 200 steps away from my daily goal so I shambled around the house like ninny until my Fitbit was happy.)
Today was better but not much. I made it through work but I felt like my body was crawling with frozen ants and all my joints felt like hostels for arthritis. I wore my coat for the last two hours. Even though it feels like there is a bonfire in my ears, I supposedly don’t have a fever. I accused Henry of tampering with the thermometer
Anyway, all I want to do is writhe around on the couch, moaning and watching Weekly Idol. So here are two pictures of my cats.
(OMG IT FEELS LIKE MY SPLEEN IS SWOLLEN NOW.)