Seriously, though. I haven't been that sick in years. The last time I had anything other than a cold or cough was the spring of 2008 when I came down with a nasty flu. But this? This was some kind of different. Bone-crushing pain and chills, not associated with a fever, nausea, dizziness, tingling hands, vomi-...never mind, I will spare you the rest of the details.
It hit me Thursday morning, gradually got worse, and by Thursday evening I was dying. I couldn't resist the urge to get on WebMD on my iPhone as I was lying in bed shivering, with the blankets piled four high and the Dachshunds two high. And at one point during my symptom-checking scroll I came to the conclusion that I most likely wasn't dying but that I had a kidney stone.
I think the final verdict is that I just had a bad case of the stomach flu, minus the fever but triple the chills. I am guessing it's the same one Dracen had last week though his didn't seem to last as long or come with as many symptoms. Or maybe he's just tougher than me and didn't realize he was still sick. Because there was, after all, that whole passing out and getting stitches in the back of his head incident that nearly finished me in last Saturday.
He was scheduled to get his stitches out after school yesterday and I was sure he knew about it since he was standing right there beside me at the doctor's office on Monday when I made the appointment and I know I mentioned it more than once. But when he and Charlie got home yesterday and I drug myself out of bed and down the hallway to check on him, asking how it went, he just glared at me and shouted, "YOU MADE AN APPOINTMENT WITHOUT TELLING ME??!!!"
I didn't even have the strength to argue with him. I think he was mostly just mad that I wasn't able to take him myself. Mamas are not supposed to get sick, ya know. It's not allowed.
I'll try to remember that next time...