Squirrel flu

I've been knocked sideways by the squirrel flu. Squirrel flu you say? Why yes, because that sounds waaaaaaay better than your run of the mill influenza. 

I knew something was amiss when, last night, I cranked up the thermostat to 75 while wearing long johns, two sweaters, and a pair of thick socks. While wrapped like a sickly burrito in a fuzzy couch throw. The Man (over to visit the Munchkin) looked at me like I was nuts. Until I threatened to sneeze in his general direction. And by sneeze I mean barf.

Just kidding. I didn't get sick until this morning. In the kitchen sink. I wish I was kidding about that one. Sorry readers. Pretend I didn't just admit to hurling in the sink. Pretend I said "I danced around the house with flowers in my hair..." Aaaaaaand go!

And now I'm at work. But it's okay...I'm surrounded by nursing students. If I pass out, let's hope one of them will know what to do with me.

I probably should head home. But then there is that whole "I need to earn a living bit" that has me in a bind. Blerg. The goal is to make it as long as I can. I figure if I'm not actively getting sick, I'm golden. 

And that's all I've got.

Squirrel flu.