Not good, my friends.<\/p>\n
It started after dinner tonight. My stomach just didn’t feel right, you know? I didn’t eat all that much, but I just felt kinda uncomfortable. Then Auggie woke up from his late nap and was ready to eat his dinner, so I left Tim to handle that.<\/p>\n
By the time they were done, I was officially queasy. By the end of the West Wing, I was full-blown nauseous.<\/p>\n
Now, I’m just laying here quivering, hoping that this isn’t the virulent stomach flu that is tearing its way through the Midwest’s collective digestive system. (Aren’t you glad that I left out the details about the bathroom unpleasantness, the stomach cramps and the teary call to my mother?)<\/p>\n
So what now?<\/p>\n
I’ve got stuff to do. I have no time (not even the 24 hours my mother assures me it takes to get through it) to deal with a stomach virus. Because once I get over it, Auggie will get it, then Tim will get it, and all of a sudden, it’s Merry Christmas and I’m buying Old Spice for everyone at your friendly neighborhood Walgreens.<\/p>\n
Is it better to wish that I just ate some bad Tofu Pup at our play group potluck this afternoon? Dude, if I am the epicenter of this stomach bug cutting a disastrous swath through our play group, they may never speak to me again. Or they might just vomit every time someone mentions my name. Either way, not pleasant.<\/p>\n
Not good, my friends.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Not good, my friends. It started after dinner tonight. My stomach just didn’t feel right, you know? I didn’t eat all that much, but I just felt kinda uncomfortable. Then Auggie woke up from his late nap and was ready to eat his dinner, so I left Tim to handle that. By the time they … <\/p>\n