Because the week was already going so well...

So about 2am this morning I was sitting at the corner, considering wandering up to bed when... out of the blue... I got that sudden feverish feeling combined with the kind of stomach cramps that made me wonder if death was really that bad of an option.

I spent the next five hours between the couch and the bathroom, and I won't disgust you all with the details you can probably figure out. Right about 730 I felt calm enough that I went up to the bed and spent the day in & out of a coma, with more trips to the bathroom. Unfortunately, this meant my lovely wife got to spend the entire day dealing with both children (and Jacob was in rare form) without any help at all - which I feel horrible about.

Finally made it downstairs & somewhat better a little bit ago, getting to spend some time with the munchkins before bed. Things seem to have calmed down enough that Gatorade & chicken soup are making me feel better, so we shall see how tonight goes...

Yep - I can't blog a decent cop story for crap lately, but you all get all my lovely health tales!

Just hoping the rule of threes doesn't kick in on this week - I don't need any more issues...