Last night, Gracie, pretty explosive in the diaper area - definitely flu-like. Crass but accurate, Carla and I kept saying, "Caroline's butt threw up again."
This morning, Carla and I were at the hospital at 7:30 to get my head cut open. There was something growing out of it that they wanted to biopsy. Turns out it was a lipoma, which is benign, which is good. Mom couldn't watch the kids as planned b/c she, too, has the flu. Aunt Ann came over to watch them and we took Walker to a teacher friend of Carla's house so he could get a ride to school. The surgery went really fast and really well. We were home before lunch and I, the epitome of anesthesia wusses, didn't feel even a little sick.
Tonight, after supper, Anderson, "My belly hurts," then off to play. Five minutes later, back to the kitchen to throw up on the floor, twice. Fifteen minutes later, "Can we have popcorn?" 45 minutes later, throwing up again. Thirty seconds later, "Can I have some pretzels?" Right now, bent over the bucket but unproductive so far.
Carla's feeling not-so-great now, too, and Ellie just buzzed by me on the way to the bathroom. She said she felt like she was going to throw up, but she didn't. Maybe it just seemed like the fashionable thing to do.
Nope, she's on the toilet. Seems she may have gotten Caroline's version of things, out the out way, not out the in way.
What we have:
Carla - sickish
Me - sore head
Walker - fine
Ellie - getting sick?
Anderson - definitely sick
Caroline - better now, we think
Aunt Ann - very soon to be sick (sorry, Aunt Ann)
What we don't have:
2 parents sick at the same time (that's the worst)
Anyone "hospital sick"
Cancer (well, I guess that would actually be the worst)
It's definitely one of those times to count blessings.
Now, Anderson's being productive.
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