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I hate being sick.

I really hate being so sick that I can't get up and do anything.

I really, really hate being so sick that my husband has to cancel his patients and stay home with me.

Last night I had a stomach bug. I stayed in the bed for a long time, trying to will it away, wishing that the inevitable wouldn't come, but finally it did. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say it was coming out of both ends simultaneously.

Ew. I know. It wasn't fun to be me last night.

In the process of losing the pizza I'd had for supper (why, oh why did it have to be PIZZA?) I wrenched my back. Getting back into the bed was a nightmare. Sleep was non-existent.

My sweet husband had his receptionist reschedule all of today's patients (he had a full book!) and he stayed home with me. Well, really, he did all the running around, so there wasn't much staying home for him.

I took a hot shower early this morning, took a handful of pills (Immodium, Ibuprofen, Acetaminophen and my beloved Cymbalta) and then, like I used to do when I was sick as a kid, grabbed my pillow off the bed and got comfy on the sofa.

I slept, off and on, all day long. Most of my sleeping was done on the couch, but when my beloved started boiling peanuts on the stove, I had to remove myself to my bedroom.

I finally woke up around 7 pm, vaguely disoriented and wondering what day it was, but feeling a lot better.

My back is still a little stiff, and I'm still a little queasy, but I think I will live.

I have to live, because I have so much to do tomorrow. Awaiting me is a sink full of dishes to wash (did I mention that my less-than-a-year-old dishwasher is broken?), loads of laundry and minor things to attend to (the missed conference with my kindergartner's teacher, various field trip permission slips, Easter bunny shopping...) This is the worst part about being sick: life goes on while you're down for the count, and no one knows how to run that life but you. Tonight I'll get a good night's sleep and tomorrow, I'll start again.

After all, tomorrow is another day. Lala how the life goes on.