I know. I fed the dogs when I got home, took some more Tylenol, and tried to chill on the couch. But I'm a little OCD and irrational at times and couldn't get over the idea that my kitchen was crawling with germs. I could not rest until I bagged up every single thing I bought yesterday at Harris Teeter, threw it in the garbage can outside, and wiped down my refrigerator and countertops. I know it's irrational and I'm exhausted and sick, but I had to do it. Had to.
I'm on the couch now, tucked under a nice warm electric blanket, but my head hurts too badly to sleep. Sneezing fits every 15 minutes doesn't help. But I am resting now and not moving about anymore. Nor do I plan to any time soon.
Thank you for your motherly concern. It's very sweet.