I’m going to rush this point. I am the one on the proverbial chopping block today, waking up incredibly nauseated and dizzy and hot and gross. I am waiting but for the life of me, my body refuses to remove the sickness from itself. While I don’t exactly love diarrhea or vomit, I would give a lot for SOME progress right now!
I have been in bed all day. All. Day While I welcome the rest, honestly, I feel guilty that the rest of my family isn’t 100% and I’m all tucked into bed. Brady is still quite achy from his crazy bouts of sickness the other night, but insists that he is more than happy to care for the kids while I wait for the bomb to drop. I miss him. I also miss my kids. Every once in a while, they stick their beautiful faces into my room, whether to show me a trick, or give me a hug, or bring me a soft thing. Its SO sweet and SO endearing, but every time I turn my head, I have a hot flash. The. Worst.
So this post is already over, because I can’t sit up very well, and I forgot my glasses in the bathroom the last time I thought I was going to throw up but didn’t. Please wish me luck! This is SO different than how we planned to spend our long weekend, but I guess it did time out fairly well rather than halfway through a busy week! I only have Brady home for one more day, though, so I HAVE to be done with my turn of this sickness ASAP. Please offer up a prayer, if you think of us!!
Aaaaand back to lying down…