Well,
I jumped the gun assuming that the stomach and head problems were due to the
kidlets. Turns out it was just one helluva migraine working it’s way to the
surface. After my migraine pill, a pain pill and a little quiet in a dark room,
I vaguely resemble a human being now. Still look like I went 3 rounds in the
boxing ring with Foreman, but I am at least not sick. No cooties here. Yet. I
think I will spray the kidlets down with Lysol when they get home, just in case.
I’ll be back later. Right now, Diva wants a nap and it sounds like a great idea
to me too!
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GenX writer and storyteller