Thursday night we went to Beth and Tyson's and made them dinner and then I fell asleep on their couch for what felt like a few hours while everyone else watched The Prestige. Because I'm an entertaining friend like that.
Friday we took the dogs out to the country for a run and I was too tired to walk down the hill (they sure had fun tho).
Saturday we went to watch a Roller Derby tournament (yes they do still exist) with Taylor and Dom and a few other friends and after standing for about 30 minutes my legs wanted to collapse.
Sunday I was too tired to get out of bed for Church so I made Jerad go without me. Sunday night Jerad finally got on the bandwagon and worked up a 102 fever and the chills. We both called out sick for the next day.
Monday we woke up at 12:30pm. Yes you read that right.
Today I am back at work and he is still home. Probably because he refused to get sick in a timely fashion, he is being punished now:)
Its actually really sad. Last night was the first time he has ever thrown up in the little over 3 years we have been dating. And his head hurt so bad that the last 2 nights he has moved out to sleep on the couch so that he can sleep sitting up and relieve some of the pressure. This is also the only time he has ever called out sick twice in a row.
Normally I am a really loving caregiver, but its hard when I feel like sick/migraine/pms death myself. I guess the whole point of this is come visit, we are fun lately!!!
Actually, we are slightly fun. Jerad's chills make him shake like a crack addict, and my migraines have been so bad I went back on topamax so I am pretty much tweaking. Hawt.
*Edit: I went home on my break to throw together dinner so we could eat soon after I got off work tonight. When I left to come back to work Jerad was curled up on the couch, watching Real Housewives of Orange County. That's when you KNOW its bad. He's lost all will to change the channel. My poor, poor boy...