I should really learn to be more empathetic because karma has a way of slapping me upside the head more often than not in return. You see, all weekend my husband has laid around in bed, not contributing, complaining of fever and chills and shooting poo and vomit and the like. As usual I said "whatever" rolled my eyes and half heartedly asked him "is there anything I can do". I know we've all agreed about this before...when men are sick they are sicker than anyone has ever been sick in the history of the planet. So I'm sorry, I just went about my merry way and mostly ignored his sad puppy dog looks and pleas for soup.
Until last night when I started feeling the tingles, the kind of goosebumps that mean a fever is just around the corner.