So .... did Sherman give me his illness? We'll never know. One thing I DO know is that I woke up this morning feeling like poop and then spent the rest of the day.... never mind. The previous post was disgusting enough. Suffice it to say that I called in sick, sent the tot to daycare, and then crawled into bed for the next 6 hours. Was roused by a phone call from sis informing me that Nana had passed away this morning (she had been ill, and in fact had just been moved to hospice last night).
This evening's highlight was curling up in the fetal position on the bathroom floor and having the good doctor pat me on the back and cover my face with a towel. AND she had mercy on me and went right to sleep by 8.
On the bright side, Sherm is feeling MUCH better. Hasn't pooped in 48 hours, but given how bad he was doing on Tuesday, that's probably not such a terrible thing.
More an Nana later... maybe. I honestly haven't processed that yet. Good lord. I will be SO glad when this week is over.
Shari - thanks for the well wishes for Sherm - they seem to have worked! Husband is in SLC for a boring business convention type thingy... nothing even remotely as interesting as geneology or stalking Dooce (gad, I love that woman!) - doubt he even knows who she is (gasp!)
Katie - thanks for the call. Really. You're awesome.
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