Another day with Van gone, but I was feeling much more sick. Something was definitely off, and no, I did not go to the doctor.
I pretty much took it easy, which is weird for me. I'm not used to being able to take it easy at work. Literally, I stared at the wall for most of the day.
Then when I made it home, I crashed. BUT, I couldn't crash to hard, because I still had to pick John up from work. It was painfully to drag my butt around. Then at around 9, John's mom and step-dad showed up. They wanted to come and see us before we move (not sure why, since we see them about twice a year anyways). I can tell you that I was not excited to see them, but just because I was feeling so crappy.