We left the country for a work conference for me, sight-seeing for the rest of my family.
My husband got sick.
But hid it and brushed it off.
So I thought he was okay.
Kiddo got sick.
I pulled night duty two nights in a row as she was miserable with congestion.
While also trying to juggle the conference at a hotel with really uncomfortable beds.
Mostly everything was one big giant fail.
I missed most of the conference because I was so tired. Bad beds. Sick kiddo. No sleep for this mom.
But I thought at least I might not get sick. It had been a few days and I seemed to be fine.
And then I got sick.
Normally that would be the end BUT...
People came to the conference in the throes of the flu. Documented flu. Like, they had Tamiflu prescriptions and everything.
And they hung out with me All. The. Time.
I must be crazy because the flu is the point at which I just stay home, but what do I know? Maybe a temperature of 103 is more fun in a hotel.
My nurse friends say you can actually get the flu AND have a cold at the same time. I was hoping that the universe wouldn't be that cruel, but she is.
So I'm just waiting to see if that's going to happen now, too.
I wouldn't be surprised.
Oh. And tomorrow? We get a puppy.