The Sickness

Okay, I'm not going to lie, I have been sick all week and I am going to write about it. You do not have to read it. I realize no one really likes to hear about this stuff, but right now, I don't really care. I went to bed Monday night with an upset stomach. I really didn't think too much of it, even though my dad and my brother both had a terrible stomach virus a few days earlier. I figured I had beat it with all of my precautions (vix around the nose, constant washing of hands, keeping safe distance, etc). I was so very wrong. I never went to bed that night. My stomach only got worse--probably the worse stomach ache of my liffffe. I wanted to throw up, do anything to get some relief. I finally puked around 4 am. My dad came up and comforted me--he was so sweet. My mom would've come, but she didn't hear me moving around. So, finally, I had some relief, right? Absolutely not. The stomach ache came back within three minutes, at the most. I sat up and rocked myself until I threw up again, and then again. By this time my mom was there comforting me too and holding my hair back--she is my angel. Anyway, the next morning I was running a high temp and my stomach still felt awful. I was out of it all day, but the highlight of it all was definitely me blacking out midday. Not being able to move my hands afterwards takes second...for sure. Okay, now it is Thursday and I am definitely feeling a little better. So, again, I apologize for going on so. I can't even remember the last time I was this sick, but I had everyone taking such good care of me, and I must admit, I love all the TLC :)