How our Week Flu by

Wow, what a rough week! It all started last Sunday afternoon when Adrianna threw up during our lunch at Macaroni Grill. Not fun. She seemed fine both before and afterwards, so at that time we just assumed that she had choked on something that brought everything back up. (We still left right away after cleaning up what we could and also left a good tip.) Little did we know it was only the beginning of a flu-filled week.

Everything was fine until Monday. Five minutes after bringing Adrianna home from childcare, she threw up again. Again, she had a normal day before this occurred and hadn’t seemed sick, but at this point we realized that she must have the flu. Poor sweet little girl. She cried really hard afterwards. I think because she was scared more than anything. After changing her clothes (and mine) and giving her a bath, she was quieter than usual for the remainder of the afternoon and wanted to sit with me or on my lap. She got a fever and diarrhea later that evening, but thankfully no more puke for her and other than being more reserved than usual she was fine.

Monday night around midnight, it hit me like a ton a bricks. I was up all night, miserably sick in the bathroom. I haven’t been that sick for a couple of years. I slept almost all day on Tuesday. I was too sick to hardly even spend time on my computer, which could only have been because I was really sick. Thankfully Greg was well this whole time and could take care of Adrianna.

By Thursday, I was better and was able to work, albeit from home. I didn’t want to expose anyone to this nasty virus and was still to weak from lack of food and water for a couple days to really go in anyways. Adrianna was also better and went back to childcare. This was the day Greg started to get sick. He never got the major symptoms that Adrianna and I had, but he still felt awful nonetheless. I am just SO thankful our times of being sick were staggered so one of us could take care of Adrianna.

The major bummer about the whole thing for me was that we missed a visit from Greg’s cousin-once-removed and her husband. (For those of you scratching your head at the genealogy talk, Greg’s “cousin-once-removed” would be his mother’s cousin (so his cousin, but one generation up.) We had really been looking forward to seeing Mary-Lou and Butch, but figured the last thing they needed on the start of their long road trip was the flu.

Okay, enough about sicky talk. I will have to think of something more lighthearted to post later today…