My sister's family was hit by a random stomach virus last week that felled all of them but one, with lots of throwing up during the final week of school before the holiday break. My comment to her, sympathy oozing from my very pores, was "keep your rotten germy cooties to yourself" ...
And when I woke up Thursday morning with a sore throat, all I could think was, "At least I'm not throwing up".
And when I woke up Friday morning with a worse sore throat and a cough, all I could thnk was "At least I'm not throwing up".
And when I woke up Saturday with a worse cough, and a general feeling of being "off", all I could think was, "At least I'm not throwing up".
When I woke up in the middle of the night Saturday night, with a very upset stomach (tmi, anyone?) all I could think was, "At least I'm not throwing up".
And the past forty-ish hours have been spent moving from sofa to bed, and bed to sofa, in a state of general malaise, complete with stomach cramps, aching joints, sensitive skin, a screaming headache, and a 101 degree fever. In the impeccable timing that is my life, Christmas is in three days and I still have shopping and baking left to do. My kids haven't purchased their gifts for one another, and I was *supposed* to baby-sit all day today for a friend who works.
But you know what? At least I wasn't throwing up.
And obviously I'm starting to feel recovered because I managed to find the strength tonight to yell at my kids for fighting.
Yep, much better.