My husband and I are on the tail end of one of the worst stomach bugs we have ever had. I knew we would get something since the boys had both had it but what my husband and I got was much worse. Both boys were sick for less than 24 hours and my husband and I were still recovering after about 48 hours. I woke up Saturday morning feeling fine and the boys and I began getting ready to visit my parents and nieces at a campground about 30 minutes away. Not long before we left, I began to feel like it was finally my turn to be sick. My stomach was churning, I was nauseated, and already I wanted to go back to bed. It hit me really fast but I still wanted to go see my family so we drove there anyway. My nieces, my boys, and I went to the recreation center at the campground and played pool and ping pong for a while. As every minute passed, I felt more and more sick so after about an hour, we all went back to the campsite where my mom fixed the boys some lunch before we left. By the time we hit the road, I was hurting bad, so I took the boys to Kids Camp and went home and took a long nap. My husband got off work early and was able to pick them up and bring them home. Here’s where it gets really bad. My husband wasn’t feeling well either and shortly after he got home we were both extremely sick. We were flat out, unable to move. The boys, especially Jack, were very helpful. He was getting us water, tucking us into the sofa, and helping with Callen. Jack also said that if I wasn’t feeling better the next day that he would do all of my, Dad’s, and Dave’s chores. Very sweet, right? (The next day he retracted that statement because I sprayed him with water after repeatedly telling him to stop yelling and screaming while playing with Callen.) I’m so glad they’re a bit older now. Blanton and I have never been that sick at the same, it was rough. Not long before their bedtime that night, I needed some quiet so I went into our room to lay down. I told Blanton to wake me so we could both put the boys to bed but Blanton, the best husband EVER, ended up putting the boys to bed himself. I got up about three hours later and Blanton was lying on the sofa watching a movie…he was clearly not doing well. Actually, he looked like had been ran over by a garbage truck. I crashed out near him on another sofa chair and then saw him quickly get up and go to our bedroom. Okay, now you know the background, but here’s want I really wanted to share with you. He began to puke and the sound was both heart wrenching and slightly funny. I wasn’t laughing at the time since he was seriously suffering, but when we talked about it yesterday morning, I couldn’t help but laugh. He was doing what I call a “full body puke”. He was digging so deep he almost puked out his soul. It started at his ankles and moved like a tidal wave up his body...then it came out. The sound was horrible and LOUD! His body was still puking long after his stomach had been emptied. Poor guy. I was lucky enough not to get the pukes but I have been sweating non-stop since Saturday. Last night he wasn’t feeling well again and went to lie down in the bedroom. From the room, he sent me a text saying that his “tummy” hurt again. He really used the word tummy. Ha!! It’s Monday morning now and although I’m still sweating a bit, I’m almost 100% better and Blanton is too. It was a really rough weekend but Blanton and I were still able to keep brunch plans with our good friends Roy and Jamie on Saturday. After brunch we came home and took a long nap. We were worn out but I think getting out in the fresh air did help a bit.
So many details, I know. If you remember only one this from this post, it really should be the “full body puke” thing. For me, it was the one bright point of our horrible Saturday night. So, just to paint a clearer picture: he was on his hands and knees, his head over the toilet, puking motion started at his ankles, then came the LOUD “bbbbblllllaaaaahhhhhhh” sound…and the full body puke was in motion. I still can’t help but laugh a bit to myself when I think about. Sadly, these are the types of memories that seem to stick with me the longest.
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