Now he tells me

Last week, out of the blue, my husband casually remarks to me, "You know, you might have had the flu." Grrrrrr!

Thanks a lot for the diagnosis.  If I had known back then (about 2 months ago), I might have treated myself to a babysitter, or made him stay home from work (perhaps the reason he didn't tell me at the time) instead of desperately trying to find a way to keep my kids fed and safe before collapsing.  I spent a lot of time just lying on the kitchen floor because I didn't have enough energy to finish making lunch.  (To his credit, I do think Casey took care of breakfast and dinner most of the time that week.)