Brenda, Chris, Mom, and the kids left as soon as the party was over. An hour later, Brenda texted me saying that Chris was throwing up. We thought it was just another episode of whatever it is he's had this whole time, but within another hour, both the kids had joined him, and Brenda was trapped in the Suburban for 6+ hours with three puking people. I gave her a "haha-- better you than me" laugh. Fast forward another hour, and Karma was kicking my ass. I was lying in my bed clutching my stomach and praying to God for mercy, and soon after that I was sitting on the toilet, holding a garbage can, and spewing out of both ends. By the way, Mexican Chicken casserole and chili are the two worst things to puke up.
Before it was over, we all had it-- Brenda, Chris, Mom, the kids, me, and Tim. Charlie's had diarrhea since Friday, but he didn't puke. Mom said Chris went to the doctor and was told he had the flu. I don't know if they tested him or just assumed it was the flu based on his symptoms, but I imagine they would've tested him since whatever illness he's had for the past 2 years has flu-like symptoms. Anyway, Tim called in to work and is headed to the employee health clinic this morning, and I'm sure they will test him. If he has it, I'll probably go to Immediate Care to get my own swiney sickness confirmed and get some Tamiflu. I don't feel pukey anymore, but my muscles are achy.
Other than a few saltines last night, I haven't eaten anything since about 6:00 Sunday, and I don't have any desire to. I am sipping on a Diet Coke right now-- my first attempt to put anything into my body. We have more than half of Charlie's birthday cake left over, plus an entire extra cake that I bought as backup. I was going to take the whole one to his preschool, but since we've been sick I didn't take him yesterday. I don't know what I'm going to do with all the leftover cake and food, but I doubt I can bear to eat any of it now...or ever again.
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