Have been sick as a dog for two days. Kevin is dragging me to the doctor today, despite protests that I am fine, just dying. *grumble* Seems to have been going around--exciting diarrhea, nausea, headache and body ache. No fever, though, so I win. (He is mostly worried that I need to be fully recovered in two weeks before we go to Africa, which I understand completely. I will not miss this trip. If I trip and break my spleen on the concourse headed to the plane, I will have them put a bandaid on it until I get back.) Still. *grumble*