Garfield, I Finally Understand...
So Mondays appear to be cursed in our household now. Three weeks ago, on the Monday, Mom became suddenly very nauseous and uncomfortable soon after dinner. She had to retire to her room and miss all the shows she'd been waiting to see.
Then two weeks ago, on THAT Monday, Mom got REALLY sick right after dinner. The sick I mentioned before, with the vomiting and the overwhelming stench and all.
Then this past Monday, my Grandfather was visiting, and right after dinner, WHAM. Sick as Mom was the week before. Vomit and all.
By process of elimination, we've realized it has nothing to do with the food we've eaten. We suspect a simple, if torturous, stomach bug. But it appears to have a bizarre incubation period, or else Grandpa did not catch it from Mom.
I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? I REALLY, REALLY don't want to get sick. Especially not after watching two family members go through it, a week apart, but with an identical progression of symptoms. As in, I know exactly what I'd have to look forward to, and I DON'T WANT IT!
Nyahhh! Want to run away!
Then two weeks ago, on THAT Monday, Mom got REALLY sick right after dinner. The sick I mentioned before, with the vomiting and the overwhelming stench and all.
Then this past Monday, my Grandfather was visiting, and right after dinner, WHAM. Sick as Mom was the week before. Vomit and all.
By process of elimination, we've realized it has nothing to do with the food we've eaten. We suspect a simple, if torturous, stomach bug. But it appears to have a bizarre incubation period, or else Grandpa did not catch it from Mom.
I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? I REALLY, REALLY don't want to get sick. Especially not after watching two family members go through it, a week apart, but with an identical progression of symptoms. As in, I know exactly what I'd have to look forward to, and I DON'T WANT IT!
Nyahhh! Want to run away!