Dan caught a cold a couple of days ago and I assumed I was immune after being sick for so long.
But I was wrong.
I woke up at 4:00 this morning, with an awful realization that I was sick.
Horrible headache, body aches, excessively hot, and trapped too close to my coughing husband
in a small hotel room. And is this bed queen sized? Why is he so close?!
I stood in the middle of the room considering my options:
1) sleep in the jacuzzi tub.
2) sleep in the chair.
I tried the chair for about five minutes then remembered I had one more option.
A pretty big couch on the closed-in porch.
With a bath robe and towel as blankets, I snuck through the sliding doors and got pretty comfortable outside. Stayed there throughout the morning. Early afternoon I switched back to the bed and A/C inside.
By the evening I was feeling a little better -- could sit up and read -- thanks to four Advil.
But I don't feel well. Not at all.
If I'd been able to accompany Dan to dinner, this would have been my view.
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