And I’ve hit yet another first since Mom died. I wasn’t feeling well this morning when I woke up, but I went to work anyway. I lasted over an hour before a coworker took one look at me and told me to go home. I could barely keep down a Dr. Pepper, which is pretty serious if you know how much I love Dr. Peppers. So, fine, I dragged myself home, where I’ve slept most of the day. I’m nauseous and congested and I can almost hear Mom telling me to get the VapoRub and put it on my chest, under my nose, and behind my ears.