Just Ugh

It is never fun being sick. This one seems to be a short-timer.

I awoke Tuesday morning feeling a bit on the icky side. I found some Wintergreen Altoids on the head of my bed and ate a couple. No help. I found the Pepto Bismal and drank some. Slight help. I took a quarter of a nausea pill. I went downstairs and got a clear soda. The first burp almost wasn't. I laid down with a large restaurant soda cup. After less than 30 minutes, all that I had ingested found its way into the cup. It was indeed a stomach bug and it affected "both ends".

I remained calm and took a half of the nausea pill with only a sip of water. On the empty stomach, the pill had a chance to work. Now we were getting some where.

Oldest left for the bus. Youngest threw cereal across the room. Middlest packed her lunch. I took them to school, then asked the principal to call me if I was "more than a few minutes late to carpool."

I returned home and set an alarm. I crawled into bed and passed out. When the alarm went off, I almost didn't get up. I finally crawled out the door several minutes late. When I walked into the office to fetch Youngest, the principal said "I just finished calling your house." I thanked her and dragged the screaming brat outside.

"Mommy is barely doing good to pick you up. We are NOT going to visit anyone. We are going HOME."

He ate lunch. I vaguely recall watching cartoons. The afternoon alarm went off and we set out to fetch the sisters. I felt pretty awake as the nausea pill was finally wearing off. However, when we returned home, I sacked out on the love seat.

Hubby returned home and took the children off to karate. I once again passed out. I awoke and glanced at my watch. I was startled that over 45 minutes had passed. I finally got up and ate something. I was vaguely aware of being dehydrated most of the day. I started drinking the clear soda again.

The children returned home and they had their baths. I stretched out on the sofa while Middlest read me a story. I don't recall her going upstairs. Hubby woke me and asked if I was ready to go upstairs. I decided to stay so I could watch my show at 10 PM. It being only 9:45 at this point, I got up and found some food to eat.

After Boston Legal ended, I congratulated myself for actually staying awake for the whole show. I then brushed teeth and fell in the bed fully dressed. I think I remembered to change my socks.

This now brings us to Wednesday morning. I woke after some interesting dreams. I changed my clothes and took my temperature: 99.7 F. Enough to feel icky.

After getting the children off to school, I ran to the grocery store. I had to wait for the checkout and by then I was feeling wimpy. I returned home, unpacked the cold things, then sacked out again for an hour.

Today being Ash Wednesday, I tried to attend the service. Note "tried". Youngest threw a fit. I took him outside to talk about it and only slapped his hand. (I think he deserved MUCH more by this point, but I was TRYING to be nice.) We went back into the service and he cranked it up several notches. I took him outside again, then went back inside to fetch our things. He screamed in the hall the whole time.

We returned home and he went straight for a nap. I do not tolerate that sort of behavior and, if he felt the need to behave thusly, it MUST have been past his naptime.

I ate a normal dinner with the family, but I still feel "wimpy". I think the fever went away this afternoon. Let's hope this was all there was to it. I think I'll go wash the ashes off my forehead now.