My 3 day MLK weekend has officially turned into a 5 day weekend. Sounds great, right? Sure, except the last two days were filled with nausea, vomiting, fever, and other yuckiness.
It started Monday night, with a trip to a Chinese place. Sean got vegetarian friend rice, I ordered chicken and broccoli, and Gregg ordered sweet and sour chicken. Within hours, Gregg and I were both on the floor wallowing in misery.
Tuesday was pretty horrible. I ran a fever the entire day and at one point, was delirious. I called my mom in tears and even tried to call my boss to promise her I wasn’t hung over.
Today, we’re both feeling better, but I’m still not back to normal.