I told my husband this morning that I think he has some kind of "bug". He has a fever and has been quite cranky. This afternoon, I was minding my own business, looking out the window over my kitchen sink (where I seem to spend a lot of time) when "it" hit me. Rarely have symptoms overtaken me so quickly that are not diabetes related.
About half an hour ago, my husband gave me a kiss on the cheek as I was laying on the sofa dressed in slacks and a sweater, with my flannel housecoat around me, and another cover over that...shivering. He mentioned that it wasn't fair, to come down with the flu on top of diabetes and a sore finger. I reminded him it was my mouse finger, too.