Sorry for the details, but it is true.

I am finally coming around this morning.  The witches brew in my stomach seems to have settled and I actually slept all through the night.

Saturday I got home from a friend’s house with chilly chills.  It was a colder day than it has been, so I kind of chocked it up to that except that my knees hurt really bad.  And by the end of the day I was curled up in bed with a miserable headache and sore legs and I could hardly walk.

And then the vomit.

Charming comes in and says, "hmm, headache, shivering, vomiting.  You must be in love."

Until Spider tossed her cookies too and he comes in and announces, "I think you have the flu."

Give that man a PHD.

And so I woke up every half an hour either to vomit, spew forth some other fluids, or just feel like I needed to.

And come Sunday everytime I acted on the desire to eat, my stomach would remind me that the only work it was planning on doing that day was the work of keeping everyone out.  Except for maybe a little sprite and tiny doses of gatorade.

Sorry for the details and that this is my grand blogging return, but there is just something about serious alterations in body functions that just needs to be shared. (C’mon who didn’t hear your childbirth story in the first three weeks?)  And at least on the internet, I can pretend that people actually want to know the details.  If you skim or gloss it over, at least I feel like I have shared it with you.

Well, I’m off to find some way to keep my head from floating off…. 

Oh yeah, and Spider is totally fine.