I know what you’re thinking: Wow! Liz must be off on some glorious summer vacation, picking wild blueberries or something; that must be the cause of this severe lack of recent blog posts.
But, friends, let me tell you, the exact opposite has been my lot this past week. I have spent the last five days being repeatedly run over by the Flu Truck.
It started Tuesday night with a crushing headache. What’s funny about that is the very same night, Owen woke up six different times, which is really uncharacteristic for him. Turns out, I could not move, so Eric got up all six times. It was not a great night for any of us.
While Owen woke up on Wednesday morning with a runny nose, I slept until TWO that afternoon, getting up just a couple times to choke down some saltines and sprint towards the bathroom. All in all, between Tuesday night and Wednesday night, I slept eighteen hours while Eric and his brother David (who was visiting, lucky him) wrestled down Owen to wipe his nose every eight minutes.
I spent the next two days between my bed and the bathroom, trying to keep much of anything down. By Saturday morning, I’d had it. I was not feeling any better, and my mouth felt like cotton, so naturally I started crying. At this point, Eric encouraged me to call an on-call nurse as well as my ever-helpful RN sister Jean, who both urged me to head to the ER because, to them, I sounded dehydrated, and they were a little worried about the potential existence of some crazy form of food poisoning.
So, our sweet friends Darren and Rachel kindly took Runny-Nose-McGee in, while Eric and I spent a riveting afternoon at the ER. No bacteria here, but they did IV me full of fluids and anti-nausea meds, which left me feeling the best I had in days.
And so here we are today. I feel better and have made far fewer trips to the bathroom, but my body kind of feels like a bear is sitting on it. Minimal amounts of movement are kind of exhausting, and mostly I just want to be laying down.
The moral of the story? There should be no flu in the summer. And Eric has officially cinched his title as Dad & Husband of the Year by keeping our house from imploding, our sick and needy son relatively happy, and himself healthy.
Back to blogging this week. I have some great recipes for you, which I hope you’ll enjoy while I work my way back into eating with some plain toast. Huzzah.