Eleven Pairs

I’m just going to spoil your dinner and tell you right now that eleven pairs are how many underwear I personally went through yesterday, in my struggle to survive a stomach bug.  I know you wonder why I didn’t just sit on the toilet, but I can assure you that I tried.  After an hour, my legs fell asleep and I really wanted to lay down.  And sure, I could have sprawled out on the cold, hard bathroom floor and probably not felt any worse, but when I’m sick, I want my bed.  And so, I crawled in and out to the tune of twenty six times from the first episode until the last one.  I was able to sleep approximately one and a half hours throughout the entire day, and I wanted to cry most of it.  I was not able to keep any fluids in my body, and spent most of the day just wishing I could sleep.  I started being sick at five in the morning.  By seven, my son was sick.  By eleven, my husband came home with a fever of 103, and shivering like a wet dog.  Our daughter had been sick Sunday evening, so she had stayed home on Monday.  She didn’t look well, and said she didn’t feel well on Tuesday, but we made her go to school, because she didn’t have a fever.  At school, her temp was 99, so she wasn’t sent home.  Wednesday was a short day, so she seemed fine.  But yesterday, although she seemed fine, and told her teacher she was fine, she managed to soil a pair of underwear and her sweats.  So when she came home from school at 4, she was in bed with us as well.  An entire household, knocked out in one day with a stomach bug.  It was gross, and our house seemed to smell of sickness no matter how much Lysol we all sprayed.

Although I started this episode, it seemed my husband was able to kick it quicker, as he had some chips and crackers at 8 in the night, and was fine.  I tried two crackers at 9 and threw them up at 9:30.  I spent the remainder of the night wishing I hadn’t been in such a rush to get well.  We slept through the night and late into the morning.  Today seemed to crawl by, but we all rested and by 5:30 this evening, I started to feel human again.  I enjoyed having a shower, even if I did almost freeze to death when the washing machine took all of my hot water, and I had to wait to rinse my hair until the water turned warm again.  I also enjoyed eating a piece of toast and not feeling like I was going to toss it up again.

And so, I’ve felt human enough again, to fold laundry, change bedding, and type this blog.  I believe when I finish the next post, it will be time for bed. Busy day tomorrow, with a cookie booth sale to finish the day!
I hope no one else in our little community gets this bug, as it is something I never want to relive, and wouldn’t wish on anyone ever!