We’ve Gone Viral!

Cinnamon Toast, is there nothing you can't cure?

When you need a little perspective on life, just play out all the ways in your head that things could go worse.  I guarantee that, while it may not bring one completely out of the dumps, it will give you a little lift.

Graham got a cold this weekend.  Then I got a cold.  Andy felt 100% in the clear, because he’d just gotten over this cold last week.  Except he hadn’t.  He’d had a different cold.  And so, he got the cold too.

Nothing new for a family with a toddler.

Sunday evening I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. I took NyQuil and Zicam even though I didn’t feel awful, woke up Monday morning and took DayQuil and Zicam again.  Zicam upsets my stomach when I take it in the mornings when I’m running on empty, so I had a cereal bar with it.  All morning, that Zicam was giving me fits, so I kept eating to try and settle my stomach.

Oh how mistaken I was.  :) I ended up leaving work later in the morning and spent the afternoon not much caring about my cold, but dealing instead with what appeared to be a stomach virus.

Was it food poisoning? A stomach virus? Semantics really, as the end result is still the same.  As far as sanitation and containment was concerned, I erred on the side of stomach flu.  Remember: Andy had a cold. I had a cold. Graham had a cold. I now had a stomach bug. There was no room for any more issues at our house. I was at my threshold.

Well, wouldn’t you know it? Graham also started showing signs of stomach distress Monday evening, and I felt the deepest dread to my very toes. I felt like death. Andy took the night duty with Graham, and I slept in the bedroom upstairs. As I lay in twilight sleep, feeling sorry for myself and my family, I wondered how it could get worse. Then I realized how bad it would be if Andy woke up in the middle of the night barfing his brains out.

Lord, please do not let that happen. Amen.

And lo, it did not happen. In fact, Graham’s stomach thing ended up to be the fallout from having had orange juice on Monday afternoon. Our daycare, while amazing in so many ways, has trouble extrapolating food sensitivities. Can’t drink milk… would pudding be okay? (no.) Can’t eat oranges… would orange juice be okay? (again, no.)

Skip to the end: we’re all still here.  Still alive. No one else has gotten my bug so far. Andy and I are disgustingly phlegmy from the headcolds, but Graham seems to be on the upswing from his. Meanwhile, I can’t decide what I would prefer: Graham get the flu and I worry all week about catching it, or I get the flu and worry all week about Graham catching it. Neither is great, but I still think I prefer the first scenario. Besides, Lysol and Clorox made big bucks off of us this week! :)

Comments

  1. Grandma Sue says:

    Hope you are all on the mend. It is always comforting to know you have each other to get through this. I don’t know how single parents handle it.

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