Apparently though, just thinking about it will curse you. About two in a half weeks ago I started having the "my eyes are watery, nose is burning, throat is itchy, post nasal drippage, can't think straight because my head has certainly been hot with a hammer" feeling...ACCOMPANIED by oh my dear lord my nose excruciatingly hurts. To back the gravy train up for a minute...just before Christmas my 3 year old Carter head butted me and broke my nose. Unfortunately for me though he accidentally did it again after we came home from Ohio, making this particular infection even worse. Needless to say my sinus infection was in full bloom and it had no remorse for my soul. That puppy hurt. After a couple days my body finally started to rid itself of the vile sickness but not until it got a hold of the rest of the family.
A week went by and everything seemed copesthetic. Then early last week Carter woke up in the middle of the night puking. Poor little guy didn't know what to do. He only ralphed once but that was enough for him. He had a slight fever but nothing to be really worried about. The next morning he woke up feeling fine. The next night Landen woke up puking. This time Landen puked (well dry-heaved mostly) a good 6 times before finally being able to drift off to sleep again. Needless to say he didn't get to go to school the next day. After this day everything went down hill.
By Thursday I started feeling ill. This particular Thursday was important because I needed to go grocery shopping for my next two week dinner menu cycle. I had been planning this menu cycle for awhile and I was pretty excited about it. I had all of my coupons ready. My list was printed out and checked twice. I had planned on going to the store after I got Landen on the bus that morning, but Landen ended up not going to school that day so I put the trip off until after Mark got home from work. As the day progressed on my stomach started having an uneasy feeling. I laid my little miss down for a nap, turned on some super hero cartoons for the boy's in the living room, and laid down in my big comfy bed. I closed my eyes for about 30-40 minutes or so. When my eyes opened my stomach pains were much worse. Then it happened...diarrhea. Mark finally made it home around 4:15 or so and I explained that my stomach was just not feeling well and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to make it to the store. He asked if I wanted him to go but I'll be honest I didn't. Maybe any other time I would have happily given him my list and sent him on his way, but I put a lot of time into my list and printing out all of my coupons. I never pay retail. I always have some sort of coupon. So after thinking about it for a few minutes I came to the conclusion that I had to go to the store that night. We were practically out of everything, and let's face it the thought of having homemade french dips on Friday made my mouth water. So off I went.
Once I got to the store I pulled out my handy three ring binder full of my recipes, grocery lists, handy calculator, and most importantly my coupons then headed in. Target wasn't too crowded which was nice, but shortly after starting I started feeling hot, then the pain started getting worse in my stomach. It took me a good 2 1/2 hours to get my list checked off but I still didn't get everything that I needed. They didn't have any of the fruits and veggies that I needed let alone the meat I needed. SO I had to stop by Piggly Wiggly on the way home to pick those items up. I warned Mark on my condition with a quick phone call on the way home. I pulled into the drive way with the pain now turning into stabbing pains. Mark was in the middle of feeding the kids, so I lugged the groceries in but asked if he could help put them away. Just about that time I ran to the bathroom where I found out that the diarrhea has now turned into vomiting. Mark helped me get into bed after I spent a good 30 minutes in the bathroom. As I was lying there I'm not sure what happened next but all of a sudden I started having the worst chest and back pain. I started having a hard time breathing. I called for Mark and he was by my side in a matter of seconds. Nothing I did would ease the pain and my breathing got worse. I had him take me to the bathroom where I began dry heaving again. The pain seemed to ease a little. I continued throwing up until around 3am or so.
If you think that's the end of the story then your your wrong. Round two will have to wait until tomorrow...
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