Left for LA last Wed evening. Met up with friends, some of whom were getting over a cold/Flu. By Friday evening I knew something was up. By Saturday evening I knew I had the cold. Sunday morning I woke up and felt worse than I could imagine.
I'm thinking, "What am I gonna do, I feel really bad?!" (there might have been a few moments of me feeling really sorry for myself...self pity...woe is me...etc.)
Laura, a woman of action says, "Vici, you are not going to magically appear in your bed at home. Get up, take a shower, we are headed out to the show. Now!"
Oh lord. I did what she said and the woman was amazing. Packing up our entire camp and driving me home. I owe her huge!
At home, my husband did what he could and gave me Nyquil. Now a few days later, I can look back and thank goodness for having a such a wonderful friend.
Of course, now she has it...pretty much everyone in our traveling group has it. Yuck.