Went to the gym for the first time in a week this morning, played a little ball, worked out a bit. Felt great. Even got my oil changed at Toyota.
Then I started to notice it when I got home. The boy gave me what he got (or otherwise known as I got what the boy got because I kept on kissing him).
So all day I've been trying to do things as much as I could as if I were healthy so that I could enjoy it: eat junkfood; do laundry; watch TV.
But alas, here comes the sore throat and runny nose.
And on top of that, I'm going back to work tomorrow. Booooo.
On the brightside, Sharon is starting to feel better now and we have another osteopath appointment tomorrow. Here's hoping...