Yes, I understand that this might be called for, considering I posted about being sick early in the day on Saturday and then posted at two-something in the morning on Sunday after having been out at a bar, but honestly, I thought I'd outwitted the sick. Seriously.
On Friday afternoon while I was at work, Stu got sick. It was actually sort of scary at the time, because he went from feeling just fine to having a scratchy throat to watery eyes to swaying when he tried to stand to puking in the sink in a matter of an hour or so. The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to keep him awake, and I eventually abandoned that effort and decided to keep him alive instead. Have you ever been so sick that you can't really talk, all you can muster up is a moan? That's how sick Stu was. If he'd have left, we would have had to close down for the day, and he wasn't going to let that happen. We should probably have gone home.
Anyway, at the beginning of the onslaught I took an Airborne(TM) from our stock of freebies, and for a while on Saturday while Bruce got sick, I was still ok. I wasn't ready to believe it until the day was over, but the worst had come and gone for him and I was still going strong (if a tiny bit under-the-weather). Then yesterday it all hit me like a ton of bricks around seven in the evening. I'd call in sick to work today, but Stu still isn't feeling better and it would mean leaving him there by himself. Instead I'll go in for a few hours.