I am sick. So so sick. Well actually, I'm feeling well enough to type but I'm still rather sick. I haven't had anything to eat since Tuesday night and that meal was evacuated sometime early Wednesday morning. Since then I've tried to keep fluids down but that hasn't worked so well. I'm trying again to keep down a mixture of Gatorade and water right now.
I called my mom at 7 am from work yesterday morning, pleading with her to come because I knew I wouldn't be able to take care of Kate. She packed right up, picked Kate up from child care and came over, bringing ingredients for dinner with her. Since then she's been offering me water periodically, taking my temperature, heating up the corn bag for me as I shivered under the covers, taking care of Kate, cooked a lovely dinner for Superman, was up during the night with my fussy baby, doing dishes, feeding the dogs special treats (ahem!) and just generally being wonderful. I have no idea what I would have done without her, and I'm still not better.
All day yesterday I was so thirsty but unable to keep much liquid down. Kate wasn't getting much milk from me either. Even now I feel like guzzling gallons of Gatorade but as my stomach is still rumbling dangerously I must refrain and take 2 ounce sips every twenty minutes.
This flu is the worst I've had in a long time. You don't want it. Wash your hands religiously please.