Sunday, July 13, 2014

I Am Human After All

Yesterday Lily and the boys were sick. All with various and different symptoms. Gastric distress, fever, simply feeling flu-y.
Guess who woke up at 2:30 a.m. and after careful analysis of the situation realized that "Oh GOD! I need to puke!"
Yeah. Me.

If I've given this to Kathleen I'm going to just shoot myself.

My stomach feels okay now but I feel as if I've been hit by a truck. I had a dream that will pretty much ensure I never go back to sleep again.

Lily's back at work and the boys felt good enough to go to their other grandmother's house so I assume this won't kill me. And if you're going to be sick, might as well be sick on a Sunday which is sort of already ruined merely by being Sunday.

I think I need to go lay down.

Check you, later.


9 comments:

  1. oh honey so sorry! and fever dreams are the worst. I hope someone is there to take care of you for a change. xo

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  2. little kids are germ factories building up their immune systems. It got to the point that I finally had to tell my daughter that the kids couldn't come over when they were sick (they lived next door and considered our house an extension of their house which I encouraged.)

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  3. Mary, hope that you feel better. It sucks being sick no matter what day it is.

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  4. Oh, my dear. Feel Better soon. These bugs that go around seem unfairly sneaky. We don't know they are lurking until they've poisoned us. Sending love.

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  5. Feel better soon, dear Mary Moon.

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  6. Oh yuck! Hope you feel better soon!

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  7. As my mother in law used to say when one of us was puking: At least your body knows what to do. Get better soon but take it easy.

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  8. Of gastric flu - I'd be full of self pity. You sound stoical. Good on you. I hope it's gone tomorrow.

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  9. Rebecca- It was SO long and detailed up to and including an Indian Doctor's tattoos and piercings and a yellow, plastic dinosaur toy phone. Dear god it was bad.

    Ellen Abbott- Yep. You are exactly right. I hardly ever get sick but I got at least a taste of it today.

    Syd- It wasn't nearly as bad as what you and your sweetie are going through.

    Denise- Ain't that the truth? And I keep thinking how I force Gibson to let me kiss those lips of his.

    Angella- I'm good. Thank you, sweetie.

    Florence- That yucky part did not last too long. I am grateful for that.

    Sabine- Your mother, in this case at least, was completely correct.

    Jenny Woolf- Nah. It wasn't that bad. If it had been, I would have been whining a lot. I promise you.

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