Uh oh. No way. I can't be getting sick. Is that my joint aching at me? Surely not. Maybe Boaz wasn't ONLY teething after all. That little snotty nosed face of his that demanded comforting open mouth kisses all day long must have contaminated me. I mean the kisses were divine and kept me smiling, but why do I always think I am a super woman and won't get sick with whatever he has. I mean for the most part I don't get the sniffles or colds, but once my body DOES get something it hits me hard. This time is no different, I suppose.
I slept with a hot pad. They say that this is a hazard, but I can't help it. It is a luxury that I am able to enjoy when I'm fighting chills. I think about all the hot steaming baths I soak in and my toasty warm hot pad that lays all over me when I'm ill and I thank God for allowing me to be born in the era of such inventions. He knew I wouldn't make a very good pioneer woman if I had to endure periods, flus, and afflictions without my sources of heat.
So here I sit on my little laptop, sniffling, sneezing, chilling, and not chilling in a good way! hehehe