And speaking of violently ill

DH got it first, but the rest of us have been hit as well. Yesterday the toddler and I had it simultaneously, throwing up within 30 minutes of each other. Sweet DH who, business trips aside, has a relatively easy schedule this month, called in sick so he could take care of us.

The toddler and I spent all morning in my bed, big bowls handy to catch anything projectile, watching cartoons (her), sleeping (me), coloring (her), and reading (me) to pass the time. She bounced back by lunch time, but I felt awful pretty much all day and all night. I even had a fever of 101F last night when I went to bed. ("I never ever ever get sick, never ever..." I kept muttering in my feverish haze.)

I feel one thousand percent better today. I'm still weak and I ache a little bit, but I can eat more than dry toast and drink more than Gatorade (which is nasty, by the way, no matter how many electrolytes you put in it!) and stand up without feeling dizzy or nauseated. DH went back to work today and I've had enough energy to deal with the girls, although I did put them down for naps a half hour earlier than usual.

I guess the days of my magical immune system are over. Oh well. It was good while it lasted.


~RCH~