I had to skip on the Christmas party on Friday to attend to Jimmy who was praying to the porcelein for most that day. I felt to badly for him, and he sounded terrible on the phone. I'd just feel guilty going to a company dinner while he suffered alone at home with the chills in his private hell. I was/ am fending off bronchitis, so it was the hacking one taking care of the pukey one. James started feeling a bit better on Saturday. I started to feel worse on Saturday night, and it was my time to say prayers. Ugha. I didnt eat much yesterday except for some crackers..2 bites of noodles, anda bowl of pasta with sauce that jimmy made for me when he got home from work. I was surprised I could swim at all this morning. I am extremely woozy, but I am glad I went. Been eating plain oatmeal and simple carbs (like crackers and cheese sandwich on white) for quick replacement of energy.