I’ve been MIA for the past few days. Do you ever just not feel motivated to write? I think it has something to do with the whole family (with the exception of me) coming down with some hashtag gross stomach bug, pretty much all at once. Emma 7:00 p.m…..Sam 12:30 a.m….Ken 5:00 a.m….I almost thought it was food poisoning, but we all ate the same thing and I was fine (and we all know my stomach is wimpy as hell).
Calm before the storm
It happened the night after Thanksgiving. Suffice it to say it is a good thing we have four bathrooms. This was the kind of illness where the body simultaneously explodes from both ends, which makes things interesting. Poor Emma had never been through those kinds of explosions before and I think she has a bit of PTSD from the whole experience. As do I. Pathetic family of mine. They suffered!
This is what the last three days have entailed for me:
- Lysol (basically chasing everyone around with it)
- Buying ginger ale
- Buying orange Gatorade
- Earplugs (for me because I cannot stand the sound of someone getting sick)
- Making toast
- Tums (not sure why, they never work anyway)
- 4 Christmas moves on the Hallmark Channel
- 1 book read (The Art of Racing in the Rain)
- 2 runs (on the road, not on the toilet)
- 1 bike ride
- Watching the Broncos beat the Chiefs (and seeing Knowshon Moreno’s superhuman tear ducts – WHAT? See here. I honestly had no idea a human could literally cry a faucet)
- 6 walks with Heidi (I kept thinking the fresh air would keep me healthy. It’s working so far, knock on wood)
- Wine
- Home made macaroni and cheese (which no one ate but me)
- A large batch of Creamy Chicken Vegetable Soup (recipe HERE, really good)
While they all felt like crap, I basically ate and drank a lot. It was my own little party.
My favorite quote from the weekend: Emma said, “Well, I guess we won’t be able to eat frozen pizza and sautéed spinach again for a long time. What will we do on Friday nights?”
Once again I am grateful for my friend, running, who made me feel a bit sane during stomach-flu hell. I am convinced there is very little that running cannot make better, or at least manageable.
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Anyone sick at your house?
Would you rather be mildly sick with a cold for two weeks or have a violent stomach bug for 12 hours? I’ll take the cold. Vomit and I don’t mix #emetophobia
What’s the best book you’ve read lately? I really liked The Art of Racing in the Rain (and I just happened to finish it on the one year anniversary of Lucky’s death. Weird). I’ve got a few others I’m wanting to read now – The Orphan Train, Me Before You, Life After Life, The Ocean at the End of the Lane.
SUAR
