28 year-old female from Toronto, ON CANADA|
NO RANDOM FR
I am an American living in Canada.
The question, O me! so sad, recurring, What good amid these, O me, O life?
That you are here, that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Do not believe that he who seeks to comfort you lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life has much difficulty... Were it otherwise he would never have been able to find those words.
||*dies*Just a word of warning, this journal is about me getting sick. I don't go into detail, but I do say just enough that if even the thought of sick makes you queasy then I recommend not reading this entry. |
I'm alive. Barely, it seems, but alive.
I have survived my fight with a really nasty stomach virus. Wednesday morning we woke up to find that Tanner got sick all over his crib bed. That’s when it all began. We thought that he seemed okay and figured his dinner must not have sat well with him overnight as he didn't have a fever or a hard tummy, so we all got ready for the day as normal. About 10 minutes before we were set to leave for work and daycare Tanner proceeded to throw up all over the kitchen floor. It was amazing, actually. He just stood there with his little mouth open and began an Oscar worthy impersonation of the possessed child from The Exorcist. Minus the head spin, of course. It was at that point that I realized there was no way that he could go to daycare, so I spent the day at home with him, cleaning up the trail of sick that he left throughout the house. We honestly thought it was food related because he had no other symptoms that normally come with a stomach virus. He didn’t have a fever, no diarrhea, no excess gas (which, trust me, came later in full force and would have put grown men to shame), no signs of discomfort or pain. He would just play nicely, then suddenly open his mouth, expel the contents of his stomach, and then continue on his way as though nothing had happened.
The next morning all seemed to be well. Tanner had stopped throwing up and showed minimal signs of being sick (the signs returned later in the evening in the form of unpleasant diapers and refusal of food which is nerve racking enough for a parent, let alone while said parent is also extremely ill). We went to school and work as expected. Around 3pm on Thursday I started feeling a little funny. I was a little burpy and uncomfortable, but nothing alarming. Again, I thought it was food related. At 4pm it became painfully clear that this was NOT food related and was, in fact, the beginning of something horrible. At 4:35 I ran to the bathroom at work and barely made it to the toilet to throw up. I left work immediately after. I almost didn’t make it home in time to throw up again. Thank god my commute is only 10 minutes. From there I spent the next 56 hours clearing my body of everything it had stored in my gastrointestinal system from the time I was born. By Sunday I had lost 7 lbs and was so dehydrated that I could barely walk without getting dizzy. As I had proclaimed over and over again: I would have rather given birth to twins with no pain meds than go through that again. The stomach virus spread from Tanner, to me, and finally to Ryan in no time. Even Major had the runs, however, although I'm sure to two events are not directly linked, the timing of it proved to be unfortunate. I got it the worse by far. I had, after all, spent the day with Tanner on Wednesday cleaning up his sick. Ryan didn't have it nearly as severe as me. He was actively sick for maybe a total of 10 hours, and then, for the most part, was free and clear.
So that’s how I have been since Wednesday. How have you guys been?
Tl;Dr daycare is a cesspool of germs.