Friday, June 20, 2008
Father’s Day-Aidan’s older brother Dylan was fine until he started to take a nap. Poor little guy-he threw up so much that they went from my sister’s home to the hospital. He had to have an IV. Dehydrated-big time.
They got home. It was Daddy’s turn. He threw up about 6 times and collapsed. He had to be at work the next morning, no fail, he just started this job. Then our daughter got it. Like all mothers, she had to forget about being sick, because the she still had to take care of both kids. They stopped throwing up, not it was flowing out the other end.
Tuesday, 3:30 p.m. at the day job-I start feeling really, really, really queasy and my head felt as if it was going to explode and I got the chills. Even my hair hurt. I got home, barfed and I was so grateful that someone bought some diet cola. I sipped it. I was running almost 101.
Hubby comes home. He asks if I want some chicken noodle soup. Ick. No thank you honey-I think I’ll just go to bed. Sometime later-he realized he had “it” too. His fever wasn’t as high, but enough to make him feel horrible. Then, our son woke up at 3 a.m.-“Thanks mom”. Now he had it. We’re waiting to here about our future daughter-in-law. She was the only one still standing when she left us the next morning.
“Thanks mom”??? I started this????? It’s always the mom’s fault.
The next day-we all called in sick. This was the first time in 6 years that my husband called in ill. Luckily, as miserable as we all felt, we knew it would be over soon.
I don’t know what I hate worse when I’m sick-being unable to breathe from a cold or feeling as if I’ve used sea foam green as my foundation. Either way, I’m not a very good patient. Thankfully we were all in our separate corners of the house, leaving each other alone.
We did check in every couple of hours to see if the others were still alive, but otherwise we were all so miserable we just wanted to be by ourselves. Wow, a whole day off and all we did was sip clear fluids and work our way up to toast and jam for dinner.
Obviously the stomach flu happens to make you appreciate just how great a cup of green tea and saltines really taste. Maybe not as gourmet as a rosemary/mint/garlic and lemon roasted chicken over some brown rice pilaf with a side of raspberry-Greek spinach salad, but after two days of medical torture-it tasted mighty fine.