I had grand plans for the past week on my blog. None of those came to fruition though. Having the first day of the week off work through me for a loop for one thing and then things never really slowed down throughout the week. Thursday, two of my office aides were sent home with fevers.

Uh-oh.

I grabbed the Clorox wipes and scrubbed down every surface in my office area, including the clock-in thingy, the doorknobs, printer, copier…everything. But by noon my tummy was pulling an Astro and saying, “Rut-ro.”

I made it through the afternoon with only a small amount of discomfort and really thought I was going to be okay. Dinner that evening wasn’t very appetizing for me, but I thought it was because of a small change I’d made in the recipe. Nothing too serious.

Later that night as we were lying in bed, watching Conan’s second-to-last show, all I kept saying was, “I could really go throw up right now.” Seriously. Ask Kevin. So I talk about and talk about it and finally go to sleep, only to wake up at 2:30 with what I like to call “The Works,” mostly because I don’t want to type out the “d” word on my blog. And because, as my husband and brothers believe, girls don’t have bowel movements.

Too much? Sorry.

After a couple of hours of some Exorcist-style projectile vomiting, I put in a disc of Northern Exposure and settled in under a plush blanket on the couch. No need to be breathing any additional germies on Kevin. That was around 4:30.

The rest of the day was the longest and most miserable of my life. I couldn’t keep so much as a teaspoon of liquid down. Constant nausea, headache, body aches, and an aching back from the vomiting made the only comfortable position on the flat of my back on the bed. Eventually I ventured to the other side of the room to locate the heating pad and laid on that until my fever made it uncomfortable.

By evening I was finally able to drink something without tossing it and I really thought I was on the mend. My whole body still ached, but shoot, going a couple of hours without puking will really raise a gals spirits. I took a bath, put on fresh pjs, and headed to the couch to rest.

Two hours later, after tossing and turning, developing a much worse headache, and falling in and out of sleep, I decided taking an Advil and checking my temp again would be a good idea.

100.5

Five minutes later, 101.7

Ten minutes after that it was at 102.1 and I was hollering for Kevin to come to the bedroom and rub me down with alcohol. After about an hour of that and cool washcloths on my head and neck, I finally started to cool down. Fell asleep and stayed until almost 9:30 this morning. It was glorious.

Today I’ve dealt with the body aches and headache and developed a new pain in my upper right abdomen, directly below my ribcage. It scares me a little because it sounds like it may be my gallbladder. Gah. Do not want.

I am feeling better. Still bad, but I’ll take today’s bad over yesterday’s awful. Thank you all for your tweets of concern :)