I was violently ill all night, and now our youngest is doing the same. I am trying to keep all this separate from Dearest, who got home last night from knee surgery, and has to keep down meds...
Youngest son and I picked this thing up in the hospital Saturday, when he and I did an ambulance ride with him in respiratory distress with Croup. I got no sleep Saturday night, but sent Dearest home for some sleep prior to her surgery. It's a good thing, because son and I seem to have picked this up when they moved us to the Peds ward of the emergency room. We got discharged from there and Dearest never was in the Peds area.
So the last 72 hours have been pretty tough here.
Surgery went well, by the way - orthoscopic for a miniscal tear.
I actually managed to do a little painting yesterday on a brief break between things - before I got sick. I want very much to get back to it - but right now lying down looks like a better option.
Ginger Ale never tasted so good! Dearest was given cranberry juice after her surgery - the first food or drink in nearly twenty hours, and she said it was nectar of the gods. Perspective makes everything seem what it is. Sometimes I think God made us to be billions of perspectives - to make billions of experiences real.
In this house our perspectives are a bit warped at the moment - but we're feeling grateful, mostly. Things could have gone so much worse. And we have good health insurance. I'm also grateful that up to now the insurance hasn't been needed much...