x 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 ....

T has passed the baton of sickness to me.  Around 7 last night I started feeling all oogy.  Sure enough, by 8:30 or so, I was in the bathroom every 30 minutes until 5 am this morning.  I'm really glad T didn't have this as bad as I did, I can only imagine how confused and sad he would've been.  I'm also really glad that Ry got T ready for school this morning and that T was well enough to go, because I'm in no shape to run around after him all day.  I'm heading back to sleep and hoping to feel well enough for my 1:30 class.