I woke up this morning nauseous and with a headache. I promise I am not pregnant. Can't happen. Gina and I were supposed to go visit Uncle A.D. in the hospital today but with the way I was feeling, I decided it might not be a good idea to go visit a man who is dying while carrying whatever bug has currently got me feeling so yuck. She, bless her heart, informed Mama because after I told her I wasn't going, I promptly fell back to sleep for another 2 hours.
And was woke up by the ringing of my telephone. My mother calling to check on me and see if I was ok. Part of me feels like a complete jerk for not going to visit while the other part of me (the part with the logical sense) knows that going would have been extremely poor decision making.
Mostly today all I have done is sleep and get up to drink water and then sleep some more.
Dylan is in the living room with Nick at the moment playing video games and Elizabeth is waiting on the church youth group van. Chris has gone to pick up dinner and I am hoping that I will feel more human before I have to go to work at 11pm tonight.
On that note, I'm going back to sleep. (Bright side: Maybe I will have put a dent into my sleep deficit.) A girl can hope.