Last Friday Sophia got sick all over the living room floor. Well, that was okay, because the carpeting was about to get ripped out (we’re finally getting our wood flooring).
Then Simon got sick—thankfully, he waited until we were having lunch in a restaurant and we left the mess for him to clean up. (Luckily I had a change of clothes in the car. Otherwise…oh dear.) Then they both got sick in flu-type ways. You know: get out the buckets and mops, it’s going to be a messy night.
Then Darin got sick. He got sick at night and spent all night in the bathroom in various stages of being ill. In fact, he’s pretty sure he lost 8 pounds in one night. (No, you don’t want to lose weight that way.) In the morning he said, “I think I need to go to the doctor.” He spent a couple of hours in the ER, with an IV. When he came home, he slept for hours. And hours.
Then Sophia threw up again today.
On my front, I didn’t get 3 hours consecutive sleep for the past week until last night. And then our server crashed. And now I seem to have lost my entire In Box. True, I had 280 too many messages in there. But now they’re gone. (Hope I don’t owe anyone mail.)
I’m calling this “the vacation from heck” because I’m well aware that things could get worse.
We’re going to need a week off just to recover.
Sorry to hear about the illness. Reminds me of the weekend last Sept. when we all died from the flu. Thursday, oldest threw up 27 times ( I counted because it seemed so unbelievable.) After 23 I took her to the Dr. where she threw up on a med student and he never came back. Friday, youngest and myself got sick. Poor husband sat there sweating it out (and mopping) because he knew he was next. Sat. he went down. It was a long, long weekend, and for some reason no one wanted to come and help us….
What I’m trying to say is, I feel your pain.
Hope you are good!