I've been crook all week, horribly fluey crap. Like a dickhead I went back to work this morning feeling vaguely better, and got sent home for looking like a bag of wet washing and nearly vomiting on my manager.
Good times.
Anyway, driving home was like Toads Wild Ride and not something I was keen to repeat, so when NHS 101 said I needed to see the gp I asked dh to come home an hour early and take me. Which he did without moaning or anything.
But the gp said I am quite badly dehydrated and have low blood pressure, basically from not letting myself recover, she's signed me off and told me to stay in bed. Obviously I'm not at deaths door or owt, but the less I rest the longer I'll be ill for and it's Christmas. Not to mention my birthday is this weekend.
I asked my sister if she could take the kids to school tomorrow and have ds2 (she usually has him anyway on Fridays). She is 8months pg and has an 11mo and said no, can't say I blame her actually this close to Christmas.
DH has annual leave to use up before the end of the year so I asked him if he could take tomorrow off, so he can do the school run and run around after the two year old.
He is, but he's massively humphy about it and has grumbled that he's got to make up the hour for today as well and it's not ideal.
Am I being a spoilt brat? Should I just suck it up? I haven't finished all the Christmas prep yet and I'm conscious that if I don't feel better by the weekend then that's it, we're out of time. I'm back at work Monday and Tuesday. If it wasn't for Christmas etc I would just do the childcare myself and feel ill for longer, but I felt so much worse for dragging myself to work today and I know I just need to rest and rehydrate.
Am I making a mountain out a molehill? This is bit of a whinge, sorry, but aibu to ask DH to basically take the day off to look after me?