The Illness That Wouldn’t Die

First, Alex got sick. He had a fever, a constantly running nose, and was a very unhappy camper.

Then, Zach got sick. And I was feeling a little under the weather, but nothing terrible. Zach was worse than Alex had been. Delirious, nauseous, and obviously very ill. I thought I had missed most of whatever it was.

Then, I got sick. Really sick. So sick that I couldn’t move without getting more sick, and probably was about to dehydrate myself in a serious manner if I hadn’t been able to keep down some gatorade last night.

Now, I still feel awful. My head is fuzzy, my throat is still sore, coughing makes me gag, and while I can keep some food and drink down, I haven’t been able to eat or drink much without feeling nauseous.

At least I lost a few extra pounds this week.

Climbing UP the slide, naturally

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11 thoughts on “The Illness That Wouldn’t Die

  1. Welcome to my world! My god, though, it’s NOT fun. I’m glad you’re maybe feeling a bit better… and you have the wherewithall to at least try and keep your electrolyes balanced.

    Get 100% better soon. 🙂

  2. Ugh, sorry to hear you’ve been so sick! sounds miserable! and its always worse when you have little kids around, because you can never totally relax.

  3. Oh dear! Do feel better! The only thing worse than being sick, or having a sick little person, is having a sick man in the house! Many hugs and much rest to all of you!

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