Friday
It started Friday morning with a 5am cough/gag wake-up call from Ry. You mammas know. That sound right there will wake you from a dead-sleep and send you running for beach towels and Lysol. The gagging ceased, thankfully, and Ry was parked on the couch with movies and a blanket. She slept most of the morning and was decent by nightfall.
Saturday
Saturday morning, Ry’s fever was back with a vengeance. We cancelled her ride at the Holiday Horse Show (with many tears) as well as Abby’s family birthday party. By Saturday night, my back was sore and my neck was… weird… and I knew it was coming for me.
Sunday
By Sunday morning, I was sure I was near death. Every muscle hurt and the heat radiating through my body rivaled a Texas August. Curt took Abby and Gus Man to church and left Ry and I to sleep it off. My fever broker by noon, but I was left utterly defeated and desperate for my mother.
Monday
Bright and early Monday morning, Ry was ready for the bus. I agreed to pick her up at half-day to ease her back in to the real world of the living. Gideon slept through the night and until 11am when we left to pick Ry up. I doubt he remembers the trip. He never left his pjs all day and said only two words: “hold hand.” And so, I did.
Curt came home to frozen subs for dinner and mentioned he wasn’t feeling so hot. Ry put herself to bed at 6pm.
Tuesday
This is the day Ridiculous moves in.
Tuesday morning greeted us with a re-run fever for Rylie Girl, full-blown fever for Curt, recovery gross-ness for me. When Curt emerged from the bedroom for crackers, I bolted outside to the fresh air and stole 15 minutes to feed the Abe, the cows, and chickens. My effort was rewarded with puke near Abe’s bowl and a peacefully deceased (I swear, it was the fever) chicken in the coop.
I began to think someone was out to get me.
Ry: spent the day watching movies on my pillow in my bed with her dad
Gus Man: whirling at 75% of regular tornado speed, fell asleep 5pm- for the entire night
Abby: absolutely fine… until she puked at 9am. Then, not so fine. At all.
Wednesday
Ry: really decent. Ready for school Thursday.
Gideon: above average; attitude leaves much to be desired
Abby: puke, fever, puke, then no puke and no fever; successfully feeds herself noodles for lunch, chatting at kitties by dinner
Curt: awesome cough but otherwise ok besides feeling like he’d been hit by a truck
Me? I’m ok. I’m really ok. I can’t breathe super great and nothing sounds good to eat, but I’m ok. I just need all these people to get out of my house. There is not enough blessed room or couch or bathroom for us all to be sick at the same time. There is not. I will not do it again.
*runs to room, slams door*
I hope, dear friends, that your family is well in both body and spirit.
December 20th, 2012 at 8:13 am
another reason to long for heaven: absolute absence of puking. 🙂
so sorry to hear y’all have been sick, Katie Kate. glad you’re feeling better.
December 20th, 2012 at 8:42 am
F. Just F.
December 20th, 2012 at 9:08 am
So glad you’re mending. The flu bites the big one & when 5 people all join the fun at once…well what more can be said? Good thing you got it done before Christmas! Now you can enjoy the holidays and put back on the weight you lost. See there is a bright side!
December 20th, 2012 at 9:14 am
So sorry you’ve ALL been sick! Glad you are on the mend now and things are getting back to normal.
December 20th, 2012 at 12:38 pm
Hope you all feel better very soon!! Prayers!!
December 20th, 2012 at 3:30 pm
This sounds like us. What’s with that?! I keep thinking better now than Christmas. sigh. It’s been a lost month. Be on the mend, as I think we finally are.
January 8th, 2013 at 9:55 am
What an amazing (in a bad way) week. One day, you’ll be super-glad you wrote about this because the awfulness of it will have faded away and you will be able to laugh in that I-can’t-believe-we-lived-through-it way.
But it also serves to remind me of the state-of-sickness-fear in which I continue to live. Though we made it through Christmas, I remain deathly afraid of puke and strep. They’re rampant down here…