Exhausted and hurting

I am exhausted, but I am hurting too badly to sleep.  I tossed-and-turned for a solid hour in the bed and was so feeling so miserable I got back up.  I feel like someone has pounded their fists into my back and legs until it hurts to move even one little muscle.  My throat hurts every time I swallow and it feels like there is a tangerine stuck in my throat.  I feel feverish and swimmy-headed.  Isn't it strange how a microscopic organism can do that to ya?

My husband went to the doctor this past Friday and was diagnosed with an Upper Respiratory Infection, so I guess that is what I have, too — he is the only person I've been around lately that is sick. Damned bacteria.

Earlier today, I called my father to wish him a [relatively] happy Fathers' Day.  He told me that the bandage was taken off his hip yesterday!  It seems that enough healing has taken place to the incision and the seepage has stopped — definitely a good sign!  During his Physical Therapy yesterday, though, he twisted his bad knee again (the one with the arthritis in it, his natural knee) and has been a bit of pain with it since.  But he is improving, sounding better, eating better, and was in reasonably-good spirits! 

I have always been in a quandary about the name of this holiday.  Shouldn't it be "FATHERS' DAY" — the day to honor all fathers — rather than "FATHER'S DAY" — the day to honor just one father, as the calendars imply?  So, I looked for an explanation. According to Wikipedia,

"Although the rules of English grammar indicate that the holiday should be called "Fathers' Day" (as it is a plural possessive), common usage dictates that the ostensibly singular possessive "Father's Day" is the preferred spelling."

Stupid ostensibility.

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