Blah.

For the past five days I have washed my hands like a maniac. I have used disinfecting wipes to scour every door handle, light switch, cabinet door, even the refrigerator and dishwasher handles. I have downed three bottles of Zicam rapid-melts. I have held my breath when I walk through the living room. All this in a feeble attempt to not get Ben's cold.

I failed.

Last night I couldn't sleep for the sore throat. Today I have the headache and exhaustion. So far, no congestion or cough, so I'm still taking Zicam and praying.

Tomorrow is supposed to be rainy, so I'm staying home in my pajamas all day and hoping it all helps.

Be thankful ~