First, my thanks to all and everyone for the well wishes. If you'll pardon a lack of personal thank you's, I'm just going to move forward from here. However, never have I felt so loved or missed as I did reading your comments. Thank you, thank you, my friends.
It hit me Sunday morning. Before breakfast, I was feeling odd, but put it down to being hungry (sadly, Barb's entrée from the night before had so much salt in it, I could barely eat it. And there was a very spicy sausage that had words with my intestines (or so I thought).
After breakfast, we did a couple of things and I was feeling grumpy and really tired, but TBG dragged me to the farmer's market, Podesto's, and Home Depot before finally heading home. I crawled into bed and when he woke me at noon, I told him I didn't feel well. He walked out and I began to feel guilty about my mood and told myself to suck it up. Taking a super hot shower helped and I got dressed and downstairs in time to leave. He took one look and said it wasn't happened. My fever at that point was 102.8 and I couldn't stop shivering. Then the next step hit, the intestinal part. It was pretty nasty, so I will spared you the details.
My stomach was so upset that all I could manage over the last three days has been some fruit pops and water (lots of water). Do I lose weight for suffering through all this? Of course not. Last night, I got down a couple bites of chicken, a small piece of broccoli and a couple tablespoons of mashed potatoes (all made by TBG, who has been doing all the cooking this week). Felt miserable enough to go back to bed, but finally, I slept. My fever finally broke and it's down to 99.8, still a bit high, but I'm feeling human for the first time in a while. And I actually managed some coffee... of course, there are now rumblings down below.
I have one more sick day and I'm tempted to take it, just to be on the safe side. If I go in tomorrow, there will still be time to go to the bank and clear off my desk for the weekend, but I don't feel all that bad. I was taught that you only stay home when you are really sick, although since I'm still running a fever, it means I'm contagious. I just don't know.
But, I do know that I'm feeling better and am back on line. Missed you guys like crazy.