Gah!
Irony, thy name is Nelly. I swear I had no idea when I put in that song from "Scrubs" about poo what was coming. (If you are particularly squeamish, you'll want to skip to the next paragraph.) I have been sick since Saturday, pretty much, with raging poo, so to speak. There is a nasty stomach bug going around and I think I caught it from one of my kids. However, I had no idea what it was at first, which is why I think it's been LINGERING. Damn it. But today is the first day I actually feel like I might be getting better, and I haven't visited the toilet for a gastrointestinal emergency since yesterday afternoon.
Anyway, I actually got to go out for my birthday Friday night, without the kids. We went to a restaurant with three of our friends, and they fed me two martinis along with my meal, which meant I was pleasantly buzzed. I realized afterwards that I probably shouldn't have done that with a wonky liver, but what the hell. It's not like I drink that often. The food was just ok. I probably won't be going back to the Macaroni Grill for a while, because other places have better food. We managed to go to an Irish pub after dinner, in which a hard cider was practically FORCED on me ;) I stopped after that, though, because I was starting not to feel entirely right and was afraid of a hangover visiting me the next day. I KNOW, three drinks and I was done. I am a damn cheap drunk.
So I got up the next day, drove to my parent's house to pick up my daughter for dance class, and felt weird the whole time. I thought I was indeed hungover. We had an important errand to run, so we did that and then I came home and went to bed. That's pretty much when the sickness started, ugh. I bailed on teaching Sunday school the next morning, but still managed to be ok enough to eat and not get sick again.
Monday we had some errands to do (like spend my AC Moore gift cards, and buy cards at the Hallmark store), and my stomach was bothering me AGAIN. I soldiered on, but after supper I got sick and I was pretty much done for the night. Yesterday was especially bad. My husband had to come home from work-bad. I spent most of the afternoon in bed after a hearty dose of Imodium, then got up to supervise my husband giving the kids bath/showers. He managed just fine, once I reminded him to make sure my son's homework got done. He also had to run around after the kids went to sleep to get groceries and return our videos to the library. Not exactly a relaxing day for him. I answered a few emails, watched American Idol, and was done for the night.
So that is what I've been up to. Year 34 has not started off all that well, people. I seem to recall doing almost the EXACT SAME THING at the beginning of year 30, unfortunately. At least my son didn't end up in the hospital this time around. Clearly, I should not leave the house in January. Thank God it's over!
Anyway, I actually got to go out for my birthday Friday night, without the kids. We went to a restaurant with three of our friends, and they fed me two martinis along with my meal, which meant I was pleasantly buzzed. I realized afterwards that I probably shouldn't have done that with a wonky liver, but what the hell. It's not like I drink that often. The food was just ok. I probably won't be going back to the Macaroni Grill for a while, because other places have better food. We managed to go to an Irish pub after dinner, in which a hard cider was practically FORCED on me ;) I stopped after that, though, because I was starting not to feel entirely right and was afraid of a hangover visiting me the next day. I KNOW, three drinks and I was done. I am a damn cheap drunk.
So I got up the next day, drove to my parent's house to pick up my daughter for dance class, and felt weird the whole time. I thought I was indeed hungover. We had an important errand to run, so we did that and then I came home and went to bed. That's pretty much when the sickness started, ugh. I bailed on teaching Sunday school the next morning, but still managed to be ok enough to eat and not get sick again.
Monday we had some errands to do (like spend my AC Moore gift cards, and buy cards at the Hallmark store), and my stomach was bothering me AGAIN. I soldiered on, but after supper I got sick and I was pretty much done for the night. Yesterday was especially bad. My husband had to come home from work-bad. I spent most of the afternoon in bed after a hearty dose of Imodium, then got up to supervise my husband giving the kids bath/showers. He managed just fine, once I reminded him to make sure my son's homework got done. He also had to run around after the kids went to sleep to get groceries and return our videos to the library. Not exactly a relaxing day for him. I answered a few emails, watched American Idol, and was done for the night.
So that is what I've been up to. Year 34 has not started off all that well, people. I seem to recall doing almost the EXACT SAME THING at the beginning of year 30, unfortunately. At least my son didn't end up in the hospital this time around. Clearly, I should not leave the house in January. Thank God it's over!