I don't like to be sick and you can even say I'm a big baby. When I start to feel something coming on I rush to take whatever I can find hidden in the back of the medicine chest. But this time it didn't matter I got a 24 hour bug anyway. The thing about getting sick when you are a caregiver is that you still have to be a caregiver. I want to crawl in a blanket with my pillow and take a "extra" dose of Nyquil and go to sleepy town, but it doesn't work that way. First I have to make sure my hands are clean at all times and I spray Lysol in our bedroom about 5 times a day. I clorox down everything all the time. I still have to take care of Dennis at night and I will say I may not be the most pleasant person at 3 in the morning let alone when I'm sick. The blessing is my mom (who lives with Dennis and I) kicks in to high gear mom mode and I get to sleep all day. She make sure Dennis is OK and she brings me tea and water. I count my blessings that she is still able to help me out I just wish her bed would fit in my room at night, but she snores so that's a no go! Thanks again, mom.