Much to my surprise, I'm sick. I am very rarely ill. Maybe the odd sniffle in the winter, but never really very sick, ever. I have a fever, I don't remember the last time I had one it's been so long. But I ache, a deep uncomfortable ache, I'm tired, my head hurts and earlier today it took quite a bit of my concentration to not vomit while I waited for Mark to pick me up from work. He has been taking very good care of me :) I thought I was just feeling a little bit off from being around the fumes of the garage paint. Much to my chagrin, I'm actually sick and I think I'm going to take tomorrow off of work. Off to bed for me. I wish we had some cranberry juice. Sicky icky me.