Yesterday is thankfully now a bad memory. I contracted a nasty stomach bug of some sort, so I spent most of the day curled in a fetal position on the sofa, in a hot bath (likely 8 hot baths in all), or hugging the toilet. Sorry, I know that last one is a bad visual. I usually feel sorry for me if I'm sick, but I was too miserable to do even that. The one thing I was capable of doing was watching TV while enduring bouts of nausea and intermittently sleeping in an attempt to ward off bouts of nausea. My friends (the ones who knew I was sick) called to see if they could bring me soup, drink, meds, etc. But, I felt so bad, that I could barely answer the phone, let alone eat or drink anything.
Later in the evening, my XXB called to chat, I told him I was not feeling well. He wanted to know if he could help me in any way. By that time, I was feeling a little better, but extremely dehydrated, so I thought it would be a good idea to try to down something. I had no clear liquids in the house or crackers, so my XXB was sweet enough to bring me a Sprite and crackers on his way home from work and leave it on my front porch. I wouldn't let him come in the house because I didn't want him to get whatever I had. All went well with the beverage and crackers, and today, I feel almost as good as new.
The XXB being the total sweetie, that he is, has called to check on me today. It's so nice to be cared for :)
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