On Sunday I wrote about our trip to the ER with our older daughter, Moira. Little did I know that hours later I would be in the same boat. Not in the ER, but sick. Same nasty GI bug. Right around dinner time, I just felt "off". Nothing horrible, but not "right". I had a little dinner. Nothing huge. I am grateful for that, now! Peyton's nurse left at 8:00pm Sunday night. Within minutes, I was rushing to the bathroom. There went dinner.
For the rest of the evening, I was in rough shape. Moira stayed home Monday because she wasn't quite 100% yet. I was totally out of commission. Peyton had a nurse from 8a-8p, but she was 2.5 hours late because of traffic...and didn't make up the time on the other end. Ron stayed home from work. I am very grateful for his help!
As I write this, I'm still feeling pretty out of sorts. I feel as ok as I can feel, I guess, as long as I'm laying down or sitting. The moment I stand, though, it's another story. Hopefully this doesn't last much longer.