My regularly schedule life has ground to a total halt while I attempt to survive the plage, aka, this horrible virus that's going around. Hailey had it first, then her parents.... now me and poor Michael developed it this morning.
Since about 2 am last night, I've been living on the commode, holding a bucket so I can throw up at the same time. That was pretty much constant until about 2 pm this afternoon.
Now, it's severe wooziness, fever, headache, weak as a half dead kitten. I'm finally being able to sip some ginger ale and try to turn around the dehydration and chicken soup is sort of sounding ok right now - but not so ok I want to stand up to fix it.
So... no weekly menu right now, because the thought of food generates very bad chain reactions, and while i had my cross stitch start ready to go today, I'm not going anywhere near it with their highly contagious germs of death.
It seems to move pretty quick - one day of seriously wondering if you're dying, and a couple days of recovery. I'll be back when I can stay away more than ten minutes at a time.