Sick days

This time, for me.  I'm not sure what happened, but the first day off of work I was sick, and it never really let up until now.  That Friday I didn't get out of bed until noon, and was back in bed by 5.  The next day, I moved to the sofa in the spare bedroom and watched a bunch of old Cary Grant movies.  It would've been heavenly had I not been so ridiculously nauseous.

Izzy spent most of the day in there with me as well, watching movies.  It was nice and snuggly, for the most part.  Joacim was kind enough to take her out of the house for awhile and visit Shelby Street Diner (without me, sadly).

 I even got a little snuggle in with Rosie.

But the beautiful thing about all of this resting was NO SWELLING.  And for anyone that's reading my other blog, you'll know how truly awesome this is to me.  :)

I experienced it all, but today, for the first time, I'm feeling human again.  I can eat, breathe, and I'm not required to sit down every 5 minutes.  That's progress, I'd say.