This year for Christmas…

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… I got the flu.

And it’s horrifying.

I don’t think I’ve ever actually HAD the seasonal flu before. And after this experience I hope to never have it again. (Side note: before you go all “You should have gotten your flu shot!” you should know that this flu virus that’s going around was not covered by the vaccine.)

It started on Christmas Eve with a headache, which I ignored. Just like that feverish feeling. Ignored. I was excited for the holidays and wanted to eat lots of yummy food while sipping on a couple of glasses of red wine. Well, neither the food nor the wine were digested and quickly came up.

And I spent most all of Christmas Day with fever/chills, nausea, a horrifying cough, and sneezing. I slept as much as I could. And I went to bed at 7:30PM.

And I have zero pictures from Christmas. ZERO.

I’ve been down for the count ever since. I tried to go into work this morning and immediately started to cry. I could hardly speak and forgot to put a bra on before leaving the house (luckily no one could tell because I was wearing a shirt, cardigan, and a giant sweatshirt).

The silver lining? Well there isn’t one. But one notable Christmas item: I told Chad on Tuesday that all I wanted for Christmas was Chipotle and pajamas. It turns out he had already bought me THREE pairs of giant footed pajamas and a chipotle gift card. #reallove

I’m just hoping the gift I didn’t ask for doesn’t get re-gifted to another member of my family, namely Chad and Ari.