As I came home, suddenly, the door opened and M lurched in. He proceeded to spend the evening in misery.
I woke up yesterday feeling, if possible, more tired than I was went I went to bed. By the time my hospital shift started, everything hurt. I gave up with an hour and a half to go. By the time I got home, I had chills and a legit fever. I proceeded to spend the night shaking on the couch wrapped up in two blankets, flannel jammies, and a heating pad. I woke up this morning with residual soreness. I think it would be a good idea to cancel the newborn-nephew visit and... well... pretty much anything else I was going to do today.
Maybe if I'm really good M will make soup.