I'd done a day's consultation, gone to visit a friend in the hospital, read a few chapters in a new book, gone to sleep. It had been a fine day. At 11:30 I woke up and knew that I was really sick. Sick, sick. I managed to get back to sleep only after waking up Joe to ensure he knew I was sick. He was groggy and didn't seem to understand why this 'news' couldn't wait till morning .... MEN!
So I cancelled the day and came home. I talked with a friend in Ottawa on the phone who's suffering similar symptoms, he warned me that I would be spending time in intimate attachment to the toilet. I assured him that I didn't have that kind of ... oh, oh, gotta go.
With my blanky over me and my book beside me, I've spent the day on the couch, on the toilet, on the couch, on the toilet and am exceedingly blessed that I never confused one with the other. I'm off to see the doctor today, and therefore there will be no blog today.