I feel like I’ve come back from the dead.
Chris and I were both hit with a round of food poisoning yesterday – it was awful.
We sent Cate to a neighbor’s house for the morning; a little while later, that neighbor threw her back out (edited to clarify: the neighbor did not throw Cate out of the house. She injured her back. Sorry for the confusion!). I went to go and collect Cate, but she insisted that I leave her since Cate was helping keep her kids occupied, therefore making things easier for her. On the way back home, I started to feel queasy. Real queasy. I almost made it to the house before I threw up.
That’s right y’all. I threw up in my front yard yesterday.
Talk about embarassing and just generally terrible. Good news is that I don’t think anyone saw me; Chris heard and came outside to help me.
We both slept as much as we could. Chris started improving before me, so he let me rest and took care of the girls.
I’m feeling a lot better this morning but still a bit “puny” as my grandmother would say. I’m sure I’l feel a bit better when I can eat and drink normally again. I’m taking it slow right now.
But ugh! Food poisoning is terrible!