Last week, gastro-intenstinal nastiness. This week, nasty cold.
I can barely walk up a flight of stairs without hacking up a lung, which is going to make hashing tomorrow... interesting. I'm still going dammit - I'm a beer bitch as of tomorrow, plus I'm trying to drag a bunch of virgins along. And I'm commited to a party afterward.
The next day I have to try and cook for the baby shower, go to a book club, hash with PMS and then attend the baby shower.
Why can't I be sick on weekends when I have nothing to do? Those kinds of weekends don't come often though.