Ugh, so EARLY Wednesday morning (1:00 AM), my husband awoke to a barfing puppy. He put her in the bathroom to clean out her crate, and by the time he finished the crate….. Well, let’s just say the bathroom smelled BAD.
2:00 AM, there’s a poke at my side, “Mom, I had really bad diarrhea.”
Me: “Are you ok?”
Me: “Ok, go back to bed.”
He does so, but I hear moaning the rest of the night.
5:30 AM, my alarm goes off to rise and (just can’t put “shine” in here) get ready for work. I go in Cavan’s room to check on him, just in time for the projectile vomiting. I had no bucket. Yeah, it was bad. And it continued for 2 1/2 days. Ugh.
Good news, although I think I have the same germ (my stomach is making very entertaining sounds), I haven’t gotten sick.
Bad news, I don’t feel like cooking or really eating after witnessing so much… yeah, nastiness.
What I ate today:
Shake (banana, coconut milk, cocoa powder, frozen blueberries, blended). I’d normally put in some greens, but I think the 17 degree temps finally killed off my collards.
A handful of nuts and some Cuties (you know, those little oranges).
I managed to throw a whole turkey in the oven, but was too lazy to make anything to go with it. My husband managed some sweet potatoes.
I guess that’s not too bad. I’m sitting here thinking that I don’t think I managed a glass of water or tea today. Hmmm.