Getting Sick Stinks

I used to hate getting sick when I was a kid. (And I was sick alot for a few years thanks to Mississippi's humidity and my lungs that did not like to breathe in wet air) But at least my Momma took care of me. She would drag me to get my breathing treatments, lather me with Vicks and hold my hand and not make me look when they drew blood. Now when I have the responsibility of the hand holding and the dragging its okay, except when my insides are like a ship being tossed on the waves!!! And when my head feels like there is an ax being dropped on it over and over and over again. So, needless to say when the stomach flu came flowing in my household I was bummed. But not as bummed as I was when I had to stay in bed for two days before I felt any kind of normacly. So, now I have to catch up on laundry, dishes, sweeping and loving on my babies who were tv addicts while I was out for the count. Sorry if this sounds like whining. I am sure that it is a little whiny, but it is just to say, Thanks Mom for always taking care of me when I needed/need it.