Guy "regifted" the gastrointestinal virus he got for Christmas to me and Katie so I've spent the last 3 days either prone on my couch, sleeping in bed or in the bathroom evacuating from either/both end(s).
Happy freaking New Year.
On the plus side, I've lost 12 pounds--on the minus side, it was apparently all muscle because I'm as weak as a kitten and have the stamina of a 90 year old with emphysema. At least the pure liquid shooting from my bowels has stopped, but the ominous gurgling sounds emanating from my abdomen and the intermittent violent nausea are still hanging around. I decided to err on the side of caution and called in sick today, although I'm starting to get cabin fever. I might have to man-up and go to the grocery store just to maintain my sanity. I anticipate I'll come home completely exhausted and will have to recover with a 4 hour nap.
How the hell am I gonna survive 8 hours of work tomorrow?