Entry Feed*****WARNING - DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE A SENSITIVE STOMACH*****
Remember Son One sick all Saturday night? It wasn't exhaustion nor over exertion, it was the plague. A highly contagious gastrointestinal virus.
He was just starting to heal Monday. Monday night, 8 pm, it struck again. Me.
The main problem was that Monday night I had a delicious dinner - angel hair pasta with smoked salmon and dill, with cheesecake for dessert. It will now go down in my memory as one of the worst meals to see twice.
As I worshiped at the porcelain throne, made by Kohler, I heard Daughter start; first crying, then coughing, then the gag. I couldn't get up! I couldn't help her.
Husband stripped her bed, started the laundry, and sat up with her most of the night while I continued, throwing up every half hour until 6 am. Daughter had the mildest form of the plague - she threw up just three times! I, on the other hand, can't remember when I last felt so sick. I lost count somewhere after the 7th or 8th vomit. It seemed like every half hour or so my stomach would fill with just enough bile and saliva to turn itself inside out and empty again.
Tuesday I was so sore I couldn't get out of bed. Husband took the day off to manage the home. At three pm I was starting to feel a little better, so I left my bed for a banana. Husband took the three children outside for some fresh air. Half way through my banana, I heard a knock on the door.
I went to answer it, and couldn't figure out why Son Two didn't just open it himself; it wasn't locked. I opened the door, Son Two stepped inside, and started throwing up. And throwing up. And throwing up.
I stripped him down and took him upstairs to clean him up, put on his pajamas, and get him into bed. Husband, was yet again, in charge of the nasty clean-up.
Husband has been such a trooper this week. He has been responsible for some of the worst clean-ups this house has ever seen. And so far, he is the only one who hasn't had the plague! He says he is fine, but I think he is going to get it right before our date on Saturday night (anything to get out of dancing.)
Son One lost almost 6 pounds with his illness! Of course, he didn't need to lose any. I, on the other hand, need to lose 10. I lost one. This plague isn't even fair!
I was tempted to make a list of the worse meals to eat before coming down with the stomach flu, but I decided it was gross enough just reading about how ill we have all been. Instead I am going to list my goals for today:
1) Shower the vomit smell out of my hair
2) Air the vomit smell out of my house
3) Find anything that still smells like vomit, and wash it
Wish me luck. And beware the plague!