Tuesday night (day 9) I was sick. as. a. dog.
I mean, baaaaad bad bad... On top of having stomach issues, the heat index this week has been 100*-110*, which doesn't help matters at ALL. Between Tuesday night and this morning, I lost 5 lbs and I still feel incredibly weak.
I took yesterday off of work and slept literally aaaallll day, which is completely out of character for me considering the fact that I get up around 8am on the weekends and 5:30 during the week. I wish I would have taken today off as well, but alas. Here I sit at my desk, counting down the seconds (roughly 14,700 as I type) until it's time to head home.
A little highlight of my day was meeting DH for lunch. We do this probably twice a week, and it's one little thing that makes my heart go pitter patter just like when we started dating. I find myself anxiously waiting for him to get to the restaurant, then my heart kicking into overdrive when I see him walk through the door, then analyze how good he looks as he walks up to our table. My knees always turn into jello when he kisses me on the forehead and tells me hello, and my heart turns to mush when he reaches across the table to hold my hand. EVERY time. Even if I've had a bad day.
Anyway, today DH and I went to the local Greek hole in the wall. Let me just tell you now, their lemon chicken soup with rice is like the Balm of Gilead- I think it just might cure everything! After I finished eating lunch (the chicken was the first solid thing I've eaten since lunch on Tuesday), I started feeling better immediately.