So you would think I would know when I was sick. Not always. Aleah and I were the ones who didn't get the nasty bug the rest of the family had... until this week. When I felt like I was going to kill over for the pain Thursday night, I assumed it was fibromyalgia. But Saturday when my cough got productive (eew) and bad and I measured a fever, suddenly I knew I was sick! I had to cancel my book club Indian dinner for it (missing a party is bad enough, but quiting my own party is unheard of).
Today I'm improving, but Jenni was right: this IS the WORST COLD EVER! Actually, I think I have bronchitis now.
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