In my last post I re-lived all of the gory details of a hospital stay for dehydration. Fun times. It took me a full week at home before I started feeling like myself again and actually sat down to write for the first time in weeks, when I started to get that ‘funny feeling.’ At first I thought I was relapsing. I even called my doc. But in the middle of the night (don’t ask which one because they all blur together at this point) my stomach unleashed it’s wrath into the toilet bowl. Oh yes, I had the stomach flu. THE thing you want after recovering from severe dehydration. But wait, it gets better.
During my morning of recovery, I hear from my 6 year old the words no mother wants to hear: ‘Mommy, my tummy hurts.’ Her cries of woe were followed shortly thereafter by my husband’s moans. Last night, my dear 8 year old son had to try and care for us all. It was not a pretty sight.
Today, however, with the sun shinning, the bug seems to have left all but my husband, leaving me free yet again, to gain the strength I need to write. My hope is that my next post will reveal a bit of what I’ve been working on, but who knows, I haven’t got Mad Cow Disease yet, so I may have to call in sick.