Was sick today and yesterday. Didn't feel too bad yesterday, except for throwing up once very early in the morning, but when I got up today I felt like absolute, total shit and super nauseous, so I called Cindy and she told me to stay home. I slept, like, half he day. I caught it, whatever it was, at work, but that was my own fault. When I called Sunday night Cindy said I didn't have to go in Monday because people were still sick, but I wanted to because she needed a hand - in the end, it was a good thing I did, because when I got there Monday, Cindy had left a note to say she was sick, too.
Usually the older kids, the parents, and I avoid getting sick when the younger kids do, but this time literally everyone got sick. I took a gamble and lost, as I told Anna (9) when I called Tuesday morning - she then promptly asked me why I went gambling, and I realised I wasn't talking to Beth (17) who would have known exactly what I meant, haha. (Anna, Beth, and Julia  all sound almost the same on the phone.)
Knitted and watched House yesterday, slept and watched House and Avatar and slept some more today. By the time I felt okay enough to eat this evening, I was totally wiped - my blood sugar must have been through the floor, I swear. I was too tired to colour or write or even play video games. I feel better now that I've managed to eat and drink, but I'm still ridiculously tired.
I hate being sick. Augh.