Hello, all! I can’t believe I haven’t blogged in a week! Actually, I can. Y’all, the plague hit the Huffman Homestead last week.
Okay, not really. But I seriously thought I may die. It started last Monday evening. I was super nauseous and couldn’t eat anything. I went to bed at 8:00 that night and when I woke up, I felt even worse. I usually keep Huff the Babe with me on Tuesdays, but I could barely take care of myself. It took every ounce of energy I had to get her dressed and into her car seat.
When I got home, the spewing started. I won’t regale you with the gory details, but picture the scene from Bridesmaids with the pie-eating story from Stand By Me and you’ll get the picture.
It was the worst I had ever felt in my entire life. I was so weak, couldn’t keep anything down, and what was worst, I couldn’t spend time with Huff the Babe. I was so nervous that I’d give her the bug, that Huff the Hubs ran interference between me and her. It was heart-wrenching to hear her call out for me and I couldn’t go to her.
(I think she finally started to understand because she kept saying, “Mommy sick? Momma tummy hurt?” every time she saw me.)
After a trip to the ER Thursday night, I finally started to feel better. They gave me two bags of fluids and some medicine that made me feel super loopy; Huff the Hubs even told me I started laughing for no reason. I have no memory of this.
But, after many, many days of basically staying in bed all day long and the countless servings of mashed potatoes and chicken noodle soup, I am back to 100%!
Fair warning, though: if you get whatever super stomach bug this is, its terrible. Wash your hands, don’t drink after people, and stay away from sickies. Basically, live the way Sheldon does and you should be fine.
Stay healthy, friends!