some horrendous vicious hateful stomach virus attacked me late Sunday night and I’m just now able to keep food down. I thought I could shower and manage three haircuts today, but trying to do any of that proved fruitless. I had to move the appointments.
I’m dehydrated and weak, but know for sure I’d be dead if Lynn hadn’t become my guardian angel bringing gatorade and crackers to my door step and Delbert being my nurse online, texting instructions and checking on me throughout the day.
I haven’t been this sick since I don’t know when. There was a moment Sunday night/Monday morning that I reached for the phone to call the ambulance. . . It was awful. This has been going around here, so hopefully I’ve paid my dues and hopefully none of you will get it. Delbert said those who were around me the day of and during are most likely to catch it. Luckily I was completely alone during those hours.
I’m worn out. More gatorade and back to bed for me. And my body aches from being in the bed so much . . . seriously. I’m like a kid. Achey and whiney and can’t be satisfied. I’ll be back when I’m better.