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Monday, March 20, 2006

That Bad Thing I was Talking About?

It happened.

The nausea, butterflies, tension thingy?

It's manifested in to the stomach bug that I swear to God has come straight from the fire pits of hell (and yes, I do mean that quite literally).

Usually, the bad thing is something completely unrelated to my actual body (like say bad news, or a fight with a loved on or something), so this is most unusual.

So this was my day:

I felt OK during scrapbooking. My stomach was a little blah, but manageable. Kelly and Tracey took off at about 11:30 or so. I made Julia something to eat and put her in for a quick nap before we were supposed to head out for PT.

Then, sort of out of the blue, it struck.

The rest of the day went like this:

Lie down in bed while Julia naps: 10 minutes.

Run to the bathroom: 10 minutes.

Go back to bed: 10 minutes.

Run to the bathroom:10 minutes.

Hear Julia waking: 5 minutes.

Get her, change her, shut all doors downstairs, gate stairs, put her on the floor to play, lie on couch.

Go to bathroom...

Get back on couch...

Go to bathroom...

get back on couch...

etc etc etc

You get the drift.

At 3:50, I managed to get up, and head to the door to wait for Emily and Katherine to get home.

Just as the bus was pulling up to the house, what previously had been coming at one only end, came out the other. Julia was kneeling at the doorway watching the girls get off the bus, and I was praying to the porcelain God.

Poor Emily came in, saw me puking my guts out (I think literally) and started crying. I think she was just worried (Mom doesn't get sick so this must be bad type thing) so I told her in between heaving that I would be fine, I just needed to rest.

She helped me out in a big way by putting Julia into her jumpy thingy, pouring some Goldfish pretzels on the tray for her, and setting up a snack for her and Katherine.

Ryun came home shortly after that and I have basically spent the rest of the day/night in bed. He brought me home Jello and Pepto per my request and I have been taking it like it's going out of style.

I am starting to feel just a little bit better, but I am still far from normal.

You know, usually when that time of month arrives, I get a cold. This is completely unacceptable. So you know, God, Mother Nature, Old Man Winter, or whoever it is thought that this would be somehow ok to inflict me with, just for future reference, if I have to get anything in addition to my fucking period, I prefer a cold.


1 comment:

Wayne said...

File that under TMI.. hehe