I wound up really catching the stomach bug. It started about midnight, first came the bad dreams about the French Toast I had to eat for dinner. I mean some bad dreams, the dreams you wake up from praying it was just a dream and this isn’t reality and your stomach really isn’t churning. Those kind of dreams.
I did wake up and my dreams were suddenly a reality. I didn’t start puking til’ somewhere are 2am. Puke that started going through my nose not long after I started the porcelain ride. It was the worst I’ve felt in awhile. I wound up sending mom a text message around 2ish saying I didn’t think I was going to be able to make our big surprise. (I was really looking forward to going too, had everything picked out, but now it’s pushed back til’ Tuesday.) Mom actually replied to my messages around 2am and said there was a bug going around. I finally put some cream on my arms to stop the porcelain ride around 3am or 4am. It didn’t kick in til’ somewhere are 5am.
Mom came to check on me this morning. I feel better than I did last night, but I have yet to eat anything. I prefer not to test the waters just yet. I’m currently sitting on the couch watching 3 dogs run around the living room acting crazy. All while mom is enjoy herself at a place I’ll be on Tuesday.