It’s been awhile since I’ve been totally wiped out ~ as in, bed all day and in and out of sleep.  But that was my day yesterday and for most of this morning.  Even now, curled on the couch as the sun streams through the windows … yeah, I’m still not feeling great.

So lame.

Remember as a kid, when being sick meant a mother or grandmother softly tucking the blankets around you, whispering softly that they loved you, making soup or toast or tea? It changes as an adult.  Luckily, I got sick on a weekend, so my husband tucked me in, whispered softly that he loved me and, when I was able to get up, made me pancakes for … well, the only meal I ate yesterday.

This morning the man headed out to run errands (he’s much more motivated than me) ~ I stayed at home, curled up with Lucy, half awake end half asleep watching an awesome Eagles (the band) documentary for the second time.  He takes stupid good care of me and came home with lunch ingredients, juice ingredients and other fun (yes, I said fun) things from the grocery store.

I think I’m a little loopy at the moment.

Which probably means that a doctor’s appointment is necessary.

It really sucks to be sick as a grown up.