Thursday was Scott's birthday. Instead of celebrating with the roasted turkey, stuffing and au gratin potatoes I had planned, we celebrated in Urgent Care together. That's right...we both got sick at the same time. It was awful! Imagine feeling like you've been hit by a truck, then add a fever to the mix. Scott and I were both feeling pretty run down that morning, but went to work anyway. Scott got sent home immediately after he got there, and I followed closely after that. We met each other at the Urgent Care and after an hour of being poked and prodded, we were told it was "just a virus." Good news was - it wasn't the flu or strep, so we most likely had something the kids (who miraculously bounce back from everything) had just had.
But, you know what the beautiful thing was? I made one tearful phone call to my sister, and the troops were mobilized. My dad - dispatched to pick the boys up from school. My mom- to pick up the necessities from the store. The boys were going over to their house to stay for the night - no arguments. And they didn't get any from us. Scott and I made like vegetables for 24 hours - and when the fevers finally broke - felt like new people!
It's an amazing thing to know you have support. You don't like to be in situations where you have to use it - but knowing that it's there, is very cool.
We did finally get to celebrate Scott's birthday tonight at Ted's Montana Grill. Yum!
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