Ugh...Those damned little child germ factories got me sick...
It is ironic, really. I don't get sick, unless it is something truly vile and squalid. I don't catch colds. I don't catch fevers. I don't catch the flu. I don't get sore throats (anymore)...
Well, I got the stomach flu over the weekend. I'm fine now, just a little fatigued, but by Saturday morning, I had made the best of friends with the portable trash can. My parents, god bless them, were there to wait on me hand and foot the whole time...
It got so bad, I had to be rushed to the hospital on Sunday for, despite our best efforts to introduce fluids to my body, dehydration. I had an IV stuck in me for hours as doctors probed me to make sure nothing else was wrong. I was prescribed some nausea medication, and here I am now. I finally ate some real food today and kept from re-tasting it, so I guess I should be in the clear...
 Prometheus-of-the-Pies · Wed Mar 02, 2005 @ 02:29am · 0 Comments |
