The alarm was set for 5:30am (we had to be at the hospital by 6:30). I woke up at 2:15am.
Apparently I ate something Thursday night that had more than the ingredients listed. Something with a little bug. I was up every few minutes. By the time 5:30 came, I was exhausted.
Did I get any editing done? Nope.
Did I get any reading done? Very little.
Did I get a lot of sleep later? You betcha.
Since hubby has sleep apnea, the doctor wanted to keep him overnight to make sure he wouldn’t have any problem breathing. So I left the hospital early, came home, and crashed.
Then I thought I was gonna die.
I know, dramatics. But I did have a fever of 101 so cut me some slack.
Apparently food poisoning hits 1 in 6 people a year. I feel I’ve been that one too many times. It’s awful and drains you like nothing else can.
By Saturday I was feeling well enough to clean up the mess I had made on Friday (which turned out to be less than I thought—thank goodness!) and take a shower. And I was able to drive hubby home. After that? Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood to do much more.
Really, the timing couldn’t have been more horrible. At a time when my hubby needed me the most, I couldn’t be there. And the time I needed him, he couldn’t. It sucked!
At least by Sunday I felt well enough to finish the edits on A Vampire Wedding and return it to my editor. Something I had hoped to have done on Friday. Or even Saturday. Oh well. Better late than never, right?
So… Have you ever been that 1 in 6? I hope not. I don’t wish that stuff on anyone.
Stacy
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