OMG, y'all. I don't say "y'all" lightly.
After the Friday night email, we had an uneventful day and I ended up picking up an extra shift Saturday night. It was all FINE and I had my car fixed this week and booked C's 5th birthday party so an extra 12 hour shift would come in handy in my paycheck. It was uneventful (except for my ethically/morally soul-sucking patient) and I slept all day Sunday to work my normal Sunday night. When I woke up, A was green and said he had just puked. I broke the news to L and she, predictably, freaked out.*
*You know, I wouldn't mind her freaking out about puking because puking/diarrhea are definitely on my AVOID list, but she also freaks out over other people having headaches or aches/pains or no problem whatsoever except what's in her (L's) head. I am pretty relaxed about germs, so I'm unsure how I'm raising a germaphobe.
I left her sobbing in the shower. I doubt my encouraging, "YOU CAN DO THIS. YOU ARE STRONG AND CAPABLE" speech helped her. I received this email from A that night:
E: "L says that she wants mom. She says it's like having a ghost in the house."
L: "BWUHHH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
C: "She's kinda freaking out."
Update: L is no longer afraid of me. She is now one of us. Now that L has puked, she is back to being focused and helpful.
It didn't matter because I was on my way home. During my 2 am break, I ate my salad and then thought, "Why don't I feel like eating my sandwich? I'm always hungry by now!" and then I thought, "Uh oh." I was home and puking my 5 am.
I slept until 10 am and then stumbled down the stairs. A said he had been hoping that I would get up and he could nap, but then he saw me and thought, "Um. No." I lay awake on the couch for a while, but went back upstairs to the bed shortly and slept for the rest of the day. After eating a few popsicles, I checked my temperature (at the urging of L) and even though it wasn't accurate because of the cold, it was 101.6. Then I slept all night long.
Everyone went to school on Tuesday (C never got sick! I think the virus skipped the cutest) and I spent the entire day watching The Forsyte Saga. It was good - not as good as Downton Abbey, but acceptable for a sick day. It bothered me that wooden Irene was called "Eye-REEN-ee" and I liked Soames at first, but overall, I truly enjoyed it. I have a few episodes to go.
Since then, I have been taking a long time to recover. I'm not a malingerer, so this is annoying. My skin is no longer a translucent green and I am keeping food down, but I get short of breath going up the stairs and my appetite has not returned. I keep thinking of people who get sick and never fully recover - I refuse to be one! I am forcing myself to recover.
The girls are off school till next Tuesday, so Wednesday I helped them shower and made them lunch and then had to take a nap. I took them over to Karen's house for our prearranged sleepover before A and I went out to dinner (I kept it down! Mostly!), we saw The Hunger Games (I spent the time alternatively chewing A's palm and whispering, "THE BOOK WAS SO DEPRESSING! WHY ARE WE WATCHING THE MOVIE?!"), and poked around a bookstore.
I picked the girls up Thursday and dragged them through the grocery store since we had no fresh fruit. We got a few things done around the house and then I had to take another nap. Karen dropped her kids off that afternoon. I fed them tacos, popcorn, let them watch movies, and shortly they'll be sleeping peacefully in the basement (knock on wood).
I have to go back to work tomorrow and I hope I can make it through my shift. I don't know why I'm feeling so weak.