Wasted Day and Wasted Night
Wow — now that was a nap. And it was as accidental as it was totally necessary.
We had a nasty little stomach bug running through Casa Verde. THe six-year-old had it last Sunday, then Melissa a couple days later. Our visiting niece dealt with it on Wednesday. By Sunday, I figured I must be pretty safe, having dodged it for a week.
Oops.
It’s vicious, but short-lived. Everybody else felt oogy all day, then fine by bedtime. As usual, I got it bass-ackwards. My stomach started doing flip-flops and my sweats started running cold right at dinner time. Was up most of the night doing unspeakable things — and not in a fun way, like I spent the ’90s. Everything was, ah, sorted out just in time to get two, maybe three hours of sleep.
This morning, I had an extra cup of coffee, taped Hair of the Dog while wearing enough makeup to cover any number of sins, and then passed the heck out. Back in a bit. Melissa is paging me from upstairs, and that’s making me nervous.
Hope you’re feeling better soon, sir.
I was wondering about the missing posts. Welcome back, hope you feel better.
Just catching up. Sorry you got the crud.
We had exactly the same thing crawl through most of my family a few weeks ago. I did manage to avoid that, though.
I, on the other hand, have had some sort of bronchial infection since Thanksgiving. Just hasn’t gone away. Threw a Z-pack, Codeine cough syrup, steroids, and an inhaler at it. No glory.
Sucks getting old.