The cold Meredith had been fighting since we got home finally caught up with her. She had such terrible chills that she needed to wear my fur hat in bed. Look at that tan! I've never seen such a pretty sick lady!
When we got to the doctor's office, they gave me this face mask to wear! Remember back two years ago there was a big panic about swine flu? They had just started quarantining people and I was worried that they weren't going to let me board our honeymoon plane to Bali if I was running a fever!
I went to bed the previous night feeling a little crummy, but chalked it up to being tired from the flight. But the next morning I woke up feeling terrible and running a fever! Oh noes!
I spent most of the day comforting Ratso, our first (and favorite!) pet rat who was sick with cancer. She died peacefully a couple days later. She loved to be held and pet so much that she would quickly rub her teeth together - which made it feel like she was purring. It's called bruxism and it's one of the ways rats show their pleasure. Miss you, good one!
This is the hydrocodone cough syrup that my doctor prescribed to me for my terrible bronchial cough. Meredith also ended up getting sick and was having trouble sleeping, so she decided to take some of my medicine because she knew the codeine in it would knock her out. Except, instead of reading the label and taking the recommended one teaspoon dosage, she filled up a Nyquil dosage cup and took that!
After spending a few minutes sitting in a chair in the restaurant's lobby making sure I felt better, I hailed a cab and headed home. I took this picture of "fainting goat" me as soon as I got inside. Sorry I missed your birthday dinner, Ellen! Hahahah.
The next morning, I woke up sick as a dog. (My sickness = Instant karma payback for putting my balls on a stranger's eyebrows). Meredith took this pathetic photo of me at 8pm the next night after I spent the entire day laid up in bed.
Here's one of the pics I sent into my co-workers on Friday when I was finally well enough to get out of bed. They told me that they missed me, but I just think they wanted funny pictures of me.
My fever was so high that my lips got all split and swollen. It looked like somebody punched me in the mouth. Note the two little medicine cups on my dresser in the background. Thank god for the Quils (Day and Ny, baby).
