We spent all night up and in the bathroom, so I called in sick for Tuesday, and it was Brad's day off. Then, Wed. I gave it a go at work, and just about had it. After the longest 4 hours of my life I was able to go home, Brad called in sick. Brad's at work today, and it's my day off. Which he's doing ok, we went to Sam's Club for one thing and it nearly took all my energy for the day.

Well, after not eating anything and everything leaving my system. On Tuesday morning, Brad and I weighed ourselves. In that 12 hour period, I had lost 13 pounds, and Brad 9! How crazy is that, no wonder I'm still very weak. Anyways, Brad and I are slowly feeling better, thank goodness, because it's been the most inconvienient sickness ever. I missed a day and a half of work, Brad missed the same. So hopefully, all will be back to normal tomorrow!