Plague of Death
Let me preface this by saying my husband took 2 days off from work when he caught this thing! That in and of itself deserved a blog post. The fact that I lost all 4 lbs that I've gained during this pregnancy is merely a byline in this story.
So just imagine going about your day as normal...eating normal...going to church like normal. Getting all cozy and ready for bed laying down and then your husband turns to you and says...I don't feel so good. "Oh" you say "whats wrong?" "I think I'm gonna be sick" This he says as he jogs out of the room. You find this slightly humorous because 1. you think he's sick because he ate too much for dinner and 2. you've never seen him jog to the bathroom before. However, the noises coming from the bathroom (horrible wretching noises) soon wipe the smile off your face. Repeat jogging to the bathroom and horrible wretched noises every 15 minutes for the next 24 hrs.
Poor Greg couldn't keep soda crackers and ginger ale down. Finally around 5pm THE NEXT DAY there began to be a light at the end of the tunnel. I went out and bought peppermint everything to see if it would calm his stomach. Peppermint tea, peppermints, those cute little peppermints you serve at weddings...etc. Peppermint became the miracle cure. During this time his mother and father and brother had all gotten sick with this vicious plague...I was the only well one in the house.
I thanked my lucky stars for all those horse pill vitamins they make you take for prenatal health and proceeded to just take care of Greg and the rest of them.
Greg was so weak (he lost 10 lbs during his confinement) that he stayed home from work on Tuesday to regain some strength. By Tuesday night he was feeling pretty good...and he kept looking at me asking how I felt.
And at the time I felt pretty good...no more nauseated than usual. Just regular ole random bouts of sickness.
Until around midnight....oh man. One thing I've learned is this child does NOT like savory herb roasted potatoes...EVERY TIME I eat those delicious things I end up hurling....and let me tell you they DO NOT taste as good coming up as they did going down.
So I caught the plague. Thankfully my bout lasted half the time Greg's did and by 7 am I was keeping Gatorade down just fine. Greg had given me a blessing soon after the second round of upchucking (anyone know where that lovely word originated...??) because we both feared the worst for me and the baby. I know it was that blessing that saved me from hours more of sickness.
So just a random question...but has anyone else caught this lovely virus?
Symptoms include:
- vomiting continuously until your intestines show
- chills (no fever....your body temp actually goes down)
- diarrhea
Hope you enjoyed this lovely post!
