Some kinda ick hit me like a ton of bricks yesterday. Danny and I were getting our drank on and watching the election and cooking last night, and around 11 p.m. I had a raging headache and my throat was starting to get scratchy. Danny said that I was just getting a pre-sleep hangover, because, let's face it, we had been drinking for about 4 hours by that point. I know my body and said, "Nope, I really hope I'm not getting sick. This is not from being rum drunk."
Clearly I was correct. Super sore throat today, headache, feeling like my brain was stuffed with cotton, tired, body aches and lady parts in turmoil (Just as an added bonus. Thanks for that, ovaries!). Shit was suuuuuper uncomfortable all day. And then on top of that Danny and I had an interview this evening, so I had to put my big girl shoes and smile on and rally up.
So for today, I'm thankful for my footie pjs (again) and Thera-Flu. Because I'm warm and snuggly while I drink my medicine, and I am so excited to crash the eff out in about 20 minutes. The next few days will be full of hot tea, tons of water, shit loads of sleep and fresh juice.
Sleep well butterbeans!