It all started innocently enough, Carter, our youngest complained of a sore stomach and runny poops....I chalked it up to him wanting to stay home...ohh no..two days later mommy is flat on her back whimpering like a baby, shaking like a leaf, wanting to die. I will not lie, I LOVE my bed. My bed is my most favorite piece of furniture in the house, well I no longer want to look at it.
I have spent the last three days curled up like a sack of poop in that bed. I have spend so much time under those blankets that i think I have developed bed scores.
For three days I could not get any relief, it knock the wind right out of me. My kids and husband hadn't seen me, they had to fend for themselves (I still don't know what or if they even ate)and cover me with blankets when the chills would set in.
Next it hit Zach...for about 10 hours, so that really doesn't count. Then This morning, the man who never gets sick....got sick! Mind you he is taking it much better than I did. But you had to have heard him...I never get sick, blah blah blah...Well look who is sick now?
I wouldn't wish that on any one...well there maybe a few out there that I might.
So tonight when I got home form work I wiped down the two bathrooms, all railings, door handles and light switches with disinfectant antibacterial stuff in hopes to stop "it" from attacking again and again told my children the importance of hand washing.
I will go to bed tonight praying that it doesn't come back.
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