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This was supposed to be a lovely weekend
Sep. 23rd, 2007 11:53 am Friday night, we had dinner with my dad and his wife who were in town to pack up my great-aunt who is moving with them. I wish them luck and plenty of valium. :) The girls were both wonderful at dinner, even though Amelia had an upset tummy that evening. :/ Poor kiddo!
Saturday, I woke up feeling a bit off. I figured it was due to getting poor sleep Thursday night (Katie was up constantly) and oversleeping Friday night. I had a massage Saturday afternoon (per the recommendation of many migraine books). The massage felt lovely, even though it stepped into that "good hurt" area. I came home and we packed up the kids to go out for dinner and Lowe's. Dinner was yummy, even if the girls barely touched theirs. The trip to Lowe's was pushing the boundary of too-much-good-behavior-for-two-small-children, so we hurried through.
The kids went down rather easily to bed, and I vegged out in front of the tv. I was feeling a bit off, but I figured it was due to all the toxins being released by the massage or something like that. At 10, I went upstairs to take an antinausea medicication and to try to sleep. An hour later, I got sick as a dog. I was ill 3 times, and I didn't want to keep Tom up all night. I headed downstairs to sleep on the couch.
At 7 A.M., Tom sent me back upstairs to sleep more while he dealt with the kids. I woke up feeling off, and I just had some juice, crackers, and a small glass of Coke. About 20 minutes ago, my stomach let me know this was wrong, and I ran for the bathroom.
We think it is food poisoning. Yuck. I'm now staring down a bottle of water, thinking if I feel up to it. Tom will run out for Gatorade once the kids are down for a nap.
It was a lovely, relatively unplanned evening. Sigh.
Saturday, I woke up feeling a bit off. I figured it was due to getting poor sleep Thursday night (Katie was up constantly) and oversleeping Friday night. I had a massage Saturday afternoon (per the recommendation of many migraine books). The massage felt lovely, even though it stepped into that "good hurt" area. I came home and we packed up the kids to go out for dinner and Lowe's. Dinner was yummy, even if the girls barely touched theirs. The trip to Lowe's was pushing the boundary of too-much-good-behavior-for-two-small-children, so we hurried through.
The kids went down rather easily to bed, and I vegged out in front of the tv. I was feeling a bit off, but I figured it was due to all the toxins being released by the massage or something like that. At 10, I went upstairs to take an antinausea medicication and to try to sleep. An hour later, I got sick as a dog. I was ill 3 times, and I didn't want to keep Tom up all night. I headed downstairs to sleep on the couch.
At 7 A.M., Tom sent me back upstairs to sleep more while he dealt with the kids. I woke up feeling off, and I just had some juice, crackers, and a small glass of Coke. About 20 minutes ago, my stomach let me know this was wrong, and I ran for the bathroom.
We think it is food poisoning. Yuck. I'm now staring down a bottle of water, thinking if I feel up to it. Tom will run out for Gatorade once the kids are down for a nap.
It was a lovely, relatively unplanned evening. Sigh.
