Surely death would be preferable?

Supposedly, according to my doctor, two people in Germany have died from the flu this year. I believe it. I actually can't believe that it isn't more. As of yesterday, I was pretty sure I would become number three. I NEVER get sick. Yeah yeah yeah, I know I had all those issues with my c-section but that doesn't really count as getting sick. The last time I had the flu I was a freshman in college and the time before that I was a freshman in high school. I don't even care to mention how long ago that was. On Friday night I told Deaner that I wasn't feeling well and I thought I would go to bed early. All night long I had dreams that I was sick with the flu and in my dreams my whole body was in excruciating pain. I can't say I was that surprised when I woke up on Saturday morning and realized it wasn't actually a dream. Tomorrow is Wednesday and if I have a fever again, it will be the fifth day of sickness. I have decided though that today is the last day that I am allowed to be sick. Tomorrow I will be better. If I think it hard enough it will happen, right? It's just that simple. Tomorrow I will be fine. I have to be because Deaner is leaving for Brussels so he can't stay home and take care of Evans and me anymore like he has been doing since Saturday. I have to say that Deaner has really stepped up to the plate. He has made me soup, done the dishes, kept our child fed and relatively clean (there was a stretch from Thursday to Monday when Evans wasn't bathed but it isn't like he is out playing in the DIRT!). I have really appreciated it. I mean, would I have cleaned the kitchen up better?? Probably. But I'll take what I can get!

So I'm off to bed. At last check Evans was running a low grade fever and his coughing was sounding eerily like mine so I'm hoping and praying that a trip to the pediatrician tomorrow isn't necessary. Keep us in your thoughts!