I am so sick right now that I don't think I'm going to make it to the end of this sentence without hurling. Erp. Whew, that was a dry one. I can't remember ever feeling this bad, although I'm sure that I have. I vaguely remember telling at least one of the imaginary people that I was hallucinating last night to shoot me in the head. I had just finished watching the season finale of Mad Men so I think one of them was Don Draper. Bastard has no morals but wouldn't do it.
I'm just praying that Audrey doesn't catch this. We are usually pretty good about staggering our illnesses, so I've never had to clean up her puke while puking myself. But there's a first time for everything. She doesn't understand so she keeps hanging all over me and loving me up as usual, and I'm trying to tell her that I don't want her to catch my flu...plus it really doesn't feel good to have her wrapped around my neck right now.
I have a weekly visual schedule for her, and in my stupor I'd forgotten to change it for this week so it still showed that she had Monday off. After spending all day hoping and praying that Audrey didn't catch this so that she could go to school today, I had to talk her down from the ledge when she realized that today wasn't a holiday after all. Audrey is the only person in the world that would actually choose to be with me today.