The Vomiting Queen seems to have missed this little bug that showed its ugly head in my house Monday night - at least so far. One night I felt queasy, but it is hard to know if I was fighting off a virus or just talking myself into being sick.
I hate that kind of GI upset - it makes you just want to lay down and die. So hopefully I haven't jinxed myself by talking about it. If I get through tonight (72 hours), I will consider that I missed that bullet.
I did, however, make some really interesting discoveries since Monday night.
Because no one wants to be sick or around someone who is sick ... or might be sick soon, I cancelled my life - trying to stay away from people and waiting out the incubation period. And big chunks of my days opened up. Wow, it felt odd. I kept thinking - is this what if feels like to be only responsible for me? I discovered I had time for things like walking, picking up my house, cleaning, weaving, reading. I struggle getting that stuff into my day at times.
Next week I will joyfully return to my regular schedule (hope my dear grand dogs don't forget who grandma is.)
|Old picture of the boys - Milo on the left is at least as big as Grimace on the right.|