Mr. and Mrs. Sicky McFeverpants
I got up to pee just after 3am, and noticed that I didn't hear any snores...hmm, very very odd. I went into the spare room, grabbed my pillows, and padded to our master bedroom.
I opened the door and whispered "Can I come sleep with you?" The husband whispered yes and then I noticed from the hall light that he was wearing a sweatshirt. Hmm, very odd indeed. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he was freezing. I crawled in bed, scooted over to him and Yikes! He was on fire!
I laid there for about 30 seconds, then got up, got him a glass of water, some tylenol and the thermometer - and yes, he definitely had a fever. I got back into bed, piled my pillows on the opposite side of me, then pushed myself up against him so he could get extra heat.
Sunday morning I got up and started to get ready for my lunch date with Princess. As I stepped out of the shower I knew that going out would be a bad idea, so I dried off, took my temperature and yes, I had a fever too. After a few texts and a phone call, my lunch date was off and I plopped onto the couch.
The rest of the day passed slowly with the husband and I going from the couch to the recliner to the bedroom and back again. Blech.
We both called in sick today and have done the exact same thing as yesterday. We only left the house long enough to go to our chiropractor this afternoon, in the hopes that she could make us both feel better, especially after laying around for so long. And just an fyi, for anyone that doesn't already know - daytime tv sucks!
So now the husband is laying on the couch, curled up in a blanket and I'm here at the computer in my pj's typing this. I've been sitting up for about 10 minutes, so it's definitely time to get horizontal again.
Fingers crossed that we both feel better in the morning!