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Stomach flu.

At the desk, 7:51 a.m.

I don't get sick very often. In fact, no matter what the disease, I don't seem to catch it regardless of what I come in contact with. For example, the husband had H1N1 that he caught in Mexico early on in the "crisis". He was incredibly sick, but I didn't catch a thing.

And then, once a year or so, often around this time of year, I catch a stomach flu.

Suffice it to say, I'm not a very great patient. I hate laying down and it causes my back to hurt. I don't enjoy naps. I get feisty if I have to stay still too long. (Except that time I had Norovirus. Oh my God. That's like a train that runs through you. I couldn't answer the phone let alone move.)

I'd planned to talk to you about control today, but I'm in the midst of my own mini-control drama.

I have to throw up!

I hate throwing up!

I won't throw up!

I have to throw up!

Yes, this is my day today. I'll be better tomorrow.