The lupus and Crohn’s duo have been trying to get in on this, since immune=autoimmune too, and I again spent most of the day trying to get fluids down and staying down, knowing that if I barfed once I wouldn’t stop and we would be straight out the door to Urgent Care for IV fluids. But things held, and by late afternoon I was able to get a little food in there too.
Richard still hasn’t shaken his cold/flu/comes with a fever, whichever you want to call it/ entirely either, although his started a week earlier.
His aunt and Dad called: they were down in the valley, could they be here in a half hour?
Oh honey you so don’t want this bug. We so want to see you, but.
It felt terrible not to get to say sure, come!, but you do what you have to to take care of your loved ones.