This virus-turned-respiratory-infection is seriously kicking our butts. One week and counting for me. Five days and counting for my poor, poor husband. This morning I got out of bed and straightened the house a bit, put away the luggage from our beach-trip-turned-bust, and did a load of laundry. Usually when O is sick, I nearly have to sit on him to get him to be still and rest. Not this time. We've been in bed for the night by 6:55pm the last four days.
The doctor said not to get discouraged - that this virus was a real "hang-er on-er".
Ya think?
