A summary of the last 40 hours:
Wake up, realize am sick, get dressed anyway, take G to school, go to work, sniffle, cough, sit through conference call, give up on work. Go home, take Tylenol, eat soup, sleep, wake up, pick G up from school, get ice cream, come home, lie on couch, drag self off couch to play Polly Pockets with G. Sleep again, wake up again, get in shower to decongest, eat orange slices and saltines for dinner, develop raging fever, take more Tylenol, apply ice pack to neck, oversee G's shower and bedtime routine while wearing ice pack, read for a while, fall asleep. Wake up, lie awake in sweaty, nauseated, head-pounding misery from 1:30 a.m. to FIVE FREAKIN' A.M., watch a show about babies being born, become maudlin and teary-eyed over the babies, accidentally wake P who gets up and digs a jar of Vicks VapoRub out of the hall closet. Apply hefty dose of Vicks to chest, doze off again in swirling miasma of fumes while clutching crumpled tissues in one hand. Drift in and out of consciousness while P gets G ready for school, wake up to rain and, thank God, no more fever. Take more Tylenol, alternately read and sleep for majority of day, play with G a bit, put her in the shower, read to her, tuck her into bed. Collapse.