Joey got sick with the flu on Thursday. My symptoms started today. I'm kind of feeling a little bit guilty about being mad at him for getting me sick, but I'm sure I'll get over that. Somewhere over Florida I felt like punching him in the throat but I figured they'd probably arrest me in Charlotte if I did that.
It was the most expensive case of the flu ever. He didn't leave the room after Thursday but once and that was to stagger to the hotel nurse only to find out she wasn't in. At least I made it through until the day we left, but being the only "single" person in our group of friends made me feel like the girl that got stood up on prom night. I woke up around 4 AM this morning with a pounding headache and that horrible feeling that you just know you are soooo screwed.
I am so thankful for our friends who helped get us home and took care of us. And made midnight runs to sketchy Bahamian gas stations looking for cold medicine for us. And fed us bourbon.
It sucks not being able to hug Monkey Man. But someone has to stay well around here, because without opposable thumbs Rufus is pretty much just the eye candy around here.
Well, it's off to find a toothbrush since the airline didn't quite get all of our bags on our connecting flight. Of course it's the one with all my soaps and lotions and potions. Of course. I'm hoping it shows up in the middle of the night, because I'm sure the doctor would really love it if I actually showered before coming in tomorrow. I'm thoughtful that way.