Turning the Corner
We have been nursing some sort of illness in our house for almost two weeks. It started with my wife a couple of weekends ago (salmonella? virus?) and then last weekend RR came down with projectile vomiting. We had to import the sister-in-law to visit on Sunday so that I could have my birthday dinner with someone else who could eat solid foods, and help me make a dent in my birthday cake. My wife and RR both got better after a couple of visits to the family doctor (where, again, I praise the use of a family doctor over separate doctors for both us and her), and I thought we were on the mend until I woke up early Wednesday morning praying to the porcelain God and sleeping away all of yesterday, only to spend all of last night battling Operation: Constipation.
I’m beginning to feel better, and am grateful for a house already well-stocked with Jello, Gatorade, chicken soup, and a baked potato. Oh, and RR pooped twice this morning before school. I’m hopeful that we’ll all be 100% for this coming weekend, in order to take advantage of the forecasted beautiful weather to actually go outside and see this so-called sun. Wish us luck!