We are on day four of a stomach flu and I think my washing machine is about to die. Virulent, debilitating and gross. They should sell a pill to take when the nausea hits that knocks you out til it’s gone. Two of the three children have recovered, as have I, but my oldest daughter is still in its grips and the worst patient of all–daddy–has just fallen with it.
The good news is, I lost five pounds. I like to think of it as an extreme weight loss program, the silver lining amidst the porcelain hugging. And we are also richer as I’ve saved on groceries these past few days. Course, I now also have about a gazillion loads of laundry and bedding to wash and put away, but hell, at least it’s all clean.
How do you fight the tummy flu? My husband swears by ginger ale as do my kids. Personally, I like to curl up into a fetal position and moan til it passes. Do you have a special trick? Comfort food?
Psht! Sorry just disinfecting this post before I make it go live so you dont’ get sick too.