High high anxiety today.

It is Monday afternoon and my thoughts have been consumed by this since Saturday night.

I hung out with my friend and her husband Saturday night. They show up to the restaurant and promptly tell us husband was violently ill the night before with v* and d*. He woke up okay, ate nachos for lunch and was at the bar having a burger and beers with my husband.

I sat with the wife all night while friend and my husband played pool.

I’m so terrified I’m going to get whatever he had. I’m on hour 39 and counting. But then my husband made me dinner last night and I’m so scared he gave it to me since he was closer in proximity with that friend all night.

It’s all my brain can think about. I keep just running through my body to see how I’m feeling, above anything I’m feeling mentally miserable. I want to crawl out of my skin.