I woke up this morning violently ill and was forced to call in sick from work. It's been about 8 hours since I woke, and I still am having trouble keeping anything down. Even so much as water and aspirin sends me running to the bathroom.
But, this post wasn't intended to gross you out on my bedridden day. There was something I noticed among the pain and nausea that made me realize: you find out who's really there for you when you're sick. Now I'm not just talking who holds your hair back and tells you it's going to be ok.
