Those of you who know me well, or have been reading my blog for a while, know that I am seldom if ever sick. I’ve had numerous surgeries, accidents, broken bones, and “conditions”, but colds and flu and such usually pass me by. I can honestly count on one hand the number of times I’ve been sick in the last five years. So when I started feeling nauseous yesterday just minutes after school started, I immediately knew something was very wrong and I told our secretary I was going home. I should tell you that several people on our campus, including a couple of children in my class, had previously fallen victim to this stomach virus, but I didn’t give it much thought at the time. People around me are always getting sick. Not me. At least not until yesterday.
I am certain that it was only by the grace of God that I made it home. Several times as I passed trucks on the highway I wasn’t quite sure how all of this would turn out. I crossed the cattle guard into the pasture, stopped the truck and was violently ill for several minutes. Then I drove to the house, walked into the bathroom and vomited again. This pattern continued every twenty minutes or so until 2pm. I tell you this not to be dramatic, but to warn anyone with any propensity to illness to be aware that this is a seriously nasty bug. I can’t imagine a child having it and I feel guilty for not being more sympathetic towards others. I suppose that not being sick for years makes one forget what it is like.
Most of yesterday is a blur of misery and sleep. My head hurt so much for most of the day that I could not sit up for more than a few minutes. I remember getting up at 7pm and saying something to Gary. The next thing I remember is getting up at 1am to go to the bathroom. I awoke at 4am as usual, checked my email, and went back to sleep until 7am. I felt a little better so I drank a cup of coffee, sat down on the couch, and promptly fell asleep until 8am!
I have spent the day trying to replenish my body’s fluids. I lost seven pounds yesterday! Not in a way I would ever want to repeat or recommend. I slept for another hour this afternoon. I am still a little sore and weary, but certain at this point that I am going to recover. It’s a good feeling.
Praying now that Gary does not get this!