I fed the kids a bunch of junk on Friday night before I shipped them off to Grandma's. Zoe still had powdered sugar all over her face when I said goodbye. Kiss my sweet lips, she said. I couldn't help myself; I did it. When the girl gives me The Love, I run with it.
Grandma called at 8 am on Saturday to report Zoe vomited just before breakfast. She laid around until noon and then reported home for the promised picnic lunch in the park. Zoe blamed me for all of it. She announced to everyone who would listen, "Sweets should never be given to a child for dinner because it will make them sick and people can't live like that!" For your information, there is a vicious stomach virus enveloping the county and I sent a classmate home with the same symptoms on Friday. I did not want to go to the park but they insisted. I figured a little fresh air wouldn't hurt them. So we headed over around 2pm. They did not have any interest in eating the picnic foods nor did they care to play. They lounged on the quilt. Then they asked to go to the restroom. In my infinite wisdom, I'd chosen the one park in town without facilities. I just hope the Dairy Queen doesn't hold a grudge against us now...
Everyone seemed to be well on the road to recovery Sunday night but around 11 pm my stomach was in the lurch. I crept off to bed and curled up on my side. Joe stood by the bed and teased me a little as he undressed. He mentioned he sure was glad we could get that hot lovin' out of the way the night before. I told him not to touch me and not to shake the bed lest God get him and Walter for it. He complied but within the hour, I was lying by the toilet praying death would take me quickly. Joe joined me in the trenches around 2 am. Boy, that was something. It helped me put our ability to survive in the face of physical suffering to the test. I'm not fooling myself and I won't lie to you. It was man overboard and every man for himself. It was you can't help someone if you can't help yourself.
We will never be able to defend ourselves during the zombie apocalypse. We weren't even able to go to work on Monday!
7 comments:
The worst. I think the stomach flu, particularly family style stomach flu, is the absolute worst. Hope you have recovered!
HAHAHA! zombie apocalypse!
vomiting sucks. hope you all are better
xoxoxo
We will never be able to defend ourselves during the zombie apocalypse.
Too true.
I hope all is better now and sweet lips are being kissed again.
It was man overboard and every man for himself. It was you can't help someone if you can't help yourself.
Love it.
Hope the fact that you wrote this means you're fealing at least somewhat better.
I hope you guys are feeling better. I had the flu, too, but not the pukes luckily.
Love you.
I still cannot believe I avoided the stomach virus that just burned through my workplace... my very good friend actually crapped her bed last night!
Mrs. B - The only good thing I can say about it is it's upon you and then it's gone all about the same time.
Michelle- I think YOU are probably safe from zombies all winter. I doubt they like snow.
Ms. Moon - Sweet Lips! Mwah!
Steph - Fully recuperated, that's us!
SB - Did you not get your flu vaccine? I bet you didn't. I'm sorry you were sick too. Love you!
Tulpen - Like I said on your blog, you're REALLY making me miss long term care. We got the stuff they get on the cruise ships at the home one year. They even sent the CDC down to swab our handrails. Very exciting.
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