the plague!

on friday, i was heading home from a week of excavating when i coughed a tiny cough. very, very tiny and seemingly innocuous. i thought to myself that perhaps i'd inhaled some dirt. no big deal.

um, no. it turned out to be a pretty big fricking deal. by saturday morning, i had a raging fever and couldn't move. by saturday night, i was delirious and singing nursery rhymes in my sleep (yes, luke heard me, and no, i don't know how he didn't smother me in horror). by monday, i was still so achey that i couldn't walk around and was taking approximately three to four hot baths a day. it is now wednesday and it's safe to say this is the first day i feel legitimately better. granted, i still have my hacking cough and running nose, but aside from those comparatively minor symptoms, i've normalized. unfortunately, i infected luke, who is now in the "monday" stage of the disease, meaning he's where i was two days ago: fever-y, achey, miserable and totally cognizant of the fact that he's already been all those things for longer than he'd like to have been.

whatever this was was a doozy and i can say that safely now because i've seen luke sick with it. i am a notoriously horrible sick person - i whine and complain and even once in COLLEGE called my mommy crying because my fever of 104* hurt so badly. luke, on the other hand, cleaned out the garage on his first day of this illness, so he's kinda a badass. now, seeing how laid out he is, i know this thing means business. and that's why i don't feel bad about essentially hiding in the house for five days. if nothing else, i'm not infecting anyone else, and i feel ok about that.