Wednesday, June 20, 2007

In recuperation

It's a total coincidence that it happened so soon after our lovely dinner on Friday night - the panting, the sweating, the - I'm not talking about sex, silly!

I'm talking about being horribly, wanting-to-die-and-get-it-over-with gut-emptyingly sick. The kind of sick that stand-up comedians can't talk about without also mentioning diced carrots. The kind of sick that, when you see it in the movies, always has the unlucky vomiter hugging the toilet bowl as though it were her new best friend (but in real life the toilet bowl hasn't been cleaned for a month so you'd never actually touch it).

It happened on Sunday night, more than 24 hours after our meal out. And it just happened to be about 48 hours after TLM woke up in the night, with a thick layer of puke all over her hair, sleeping bag and nanna quilt.

So I reckoned it was a virus. Funnily enough, TLM was over hers by the morning after, whereas my bout with the retched (sic) bug left me week and literally bedridden for an entire day. Fortunately for me, the boy had taken a few days off this weak to give me extra time off. But I don't think he'd been expecting anything more than a couple of hours of light TLM-play each day...

Thankfully, I'm much better today. I even chanced having a bit of toast this morning, with Flora and jam on it too. And coffee. I got to keep it too.

7 comments:

Ms Mac said...

You're so right about those toilet bowls. Eurrgghhh! Even just looking down mine makes me vomit most of the time!

;-)

Leo said...

[touches wood] I haven't been sick like that in years but I felt really bad after reading this. Hope you're still keeping all your food.

The Editter said...

I would edit that to "retched (sick [sic])". And also "a few days off this weak (sic)" ;)

Violet said...

ms mac: well, I'm so glad it's not just me!

leo: so far, but it was looking a bit iffy this morning...

editter: DAMN you're good! Actually, I did mistype "week" as "weak" initially. And for some reason, the correction took a while to come through. Blogger must be smarter than I thought.

Angela said...

Sometimes when I get that sick I make my husband clean the toilet and sometimes he will actually do it.

Daddy L said...

Last week both P and I got stomach illnesses, and not at the same time either, which made it weirder. Felt like we were run over semi, so I empathize with you.

Violet said...

angela: about the only times the boy ever cleans the toilet is, is to cover evidence of a terrible digestive failure (don't tell him I told you).

daddy l: it could've been worse - like, if all three of us got it at the same time.