Is how I wish I felt. I caught a horrible stomach flu...which hit me at 3 am last night. Its just the worst when you're woken up to your stomach twisting and turning and you don't know whether to up-chuck or sit on the john. And you wish it was just one or the other. I had liquid coming from both ends, which is never a beautiful sight, or for that matter, makes you feel like you just got ran over by an 18 wheeler and every joint in your body aches.
I was doing so well, last week I worked up to a 9 minute 50 second mile speed for three miles on the treadmill at the gym (not bad for not running all summer!), and now I feel like I have to start all over again, weak and out-of-shape. Just getting to the gym, with both the kids, was a herioc effort for me. Don't worry Lyndsay, I will come once the aches go away. Sheesh...sometimes I feel like my efforts are in vain and that getting in shape is all mental, just to see the physical results.
And not to mention this nasty little bug ruined my Fast Sunday and all my preparations to sub for the Primary Chorister. It doesn't make a difference eating or not, because the thought of food still makes my stomach turn, but the spiritual part of the fast is what I looked forward to. I was planning on having such a fun time with all the primary kids today too...music is such a huge part of our worship.
Maddox came down with this Thursday night...you know, liquid out both ends, but I thought we were all safe when Saturday came, we were all so productive, Mark trenching for the electrical for the waterfall in the planter and I canned some Raspberry jam and no one was puking yet...WRONG! At least Maddox is feeling better...let's just cross our fingers Bryanna and Mark don't get it.
Thank goodness for Ginger-ale, Imodium AD and Advil Gel caps...