Well, DUH!

The 'flu.

Yep. I'm likely about 2-3 days into it.

I know I keep whining and stuff about the sick, but I have *never* had such luck in my life. Normal preggers nausea, ramped up by Crohn's flare-up, not helped by oral thrush, not helped again by 'flu. And on top of it all, episcleritis in the eyeball (treatable).
All that said, I am feeling a decent bit better today than I was yesterday. Joints still hurt (elbows, thankyouverymuch, joined in yesterday, which I only discovered when I leaned on them while typing yesterday's entry).

I'm having some V8 Berry Blast. At the moment - the stomach's not completely decided that it's okay with that, so I'm taking it slowly. B is taking Meg to visit with my aunt Vickie, who's going to take her on Saturday to see the cut ice sculptures and lights at Opryland Hotel, which I think she'll very much enjoy. The theme is How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It's still a surprise for her - right now she knows Daddy's taking her on a trip today, and she'll be overnighting. I *think* Michelle will be going along with them tomorrow, though I'm not positive. If she does, that would add to the awesomness of the surprise for Meg. She's getting over whatever it was she had, so that's good, but we're still sending the Tylenol Cold with her just in case.

Well, I need to write and sign a medical "okay to treat" thing for Vickie.