Spent last week at sea and we got to play with some seals that swam near the ship. Friday I came home and had just enough time to pop over to the Guinness store for a pint with Gareth and some friends from out of town. Went home and got some sleep and then headed right back to the ship and spent the last few days on the ocean.
Just got home a few minutes ago early this morning and I'm not feeling well. I think my body is fighting off a cold. Several of my shipmates got sick and I think I caught whatever they have. I have no energy, my whole body aches, and I'm burning up with fever. Gareth is sleeping in the bedroom, didn't want to wake him and I don't want to get him sick so I'm going to sleep on the couch. Gareth will be mad I didn't wake him when I got home, but he's going to need all his strength to deal with me when he wakes. I'm a big cranky, baby when I don't feel good.
I like three things when I'm sick, chicken noodle soup, vanilla ice cream, and 7-Up or Ginger Ale Soda. We don't have any of that in the cupboards right now, so he will have some shopping to do. I'm sure as much as he'll tell me he loves me and wants me to feel better, he'll be thankful to get away from my cranky ass for awhile and do some shopping. lol