There I was thinking that my eczema would be the worst thing that happened all weekend.
Uh, no. Now Rob has been barfing since yesterday afternoon, and I am freaking out that he’s going to end up in the ICU again like he did last time. I had to sleep on the sofa because he didn’t want to get me sick (dude, we live together. If I’m gonna get sick, I’m gonna get sick) and it was interesting. The dogs spent about half the night sleeping with/on me. The other half they spent sniffing at my face, which helped the sleep a whole bunch.