Dec 14, 2005 14:04
So wouldnt you just know it, I get deathly sick Monday night. Nothing says FUN like diarrhea and vomiting. Nothing becomes more soothing than the cold bathroom floor. I thought I was going to die.
So yesterday my parents came up and took Heather to the hopsital to see Phineas, while I wallowed in my sickness in the bed. I'm feeling better today after a diet of Ginger Ale and Gatorade. My stomach is still flipping because it now wants some real food and not just liquids.
Phineas from what I understand is doing quite well. I won't see him again today, because I don't want to give him any germs that might still be lingering on me. But I'll take Heather to the hospital to see him.
He'll be home soon!
sick,
phineas