Well, I can't deny it any longer: I have the plague.
After Griffin recovered (it was Friday by the time he was totally better) the plague seems to have moved on to me. Luckily for me, it seems to have settled in my throat, rather than taking residence in my stomach like it did with Griffin....there are a lot of nasty things that I would rather endure over a week of vomiting.
So instead, I'm blessed with some golf-ball sized tonsils and the inability to swallow anything that's not liquid (and even that's pushing it.) I also have a headache the size of...oh, I don't know what it's the size of, my head hurts too fricking much to be clever. I'm also enjoying the "I'm freezing, cover me up....no, I'm BOILING, get the damn covers off me" symptom. Luckily Steve was home today for the majority of the day and has only left me with toddler bed time.
Laying down in a bed? That's something I can handle.