Something's up with Obi Wan-da and not just her dinner that came back up around midnight last night.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
As I comforted her I had a feeling of dread that this was probably just the beginning and that every occupant of our house was destined to be sick as dogs. Three years ago our family had a two week bout of the rotavirus and I've been doom and gloom ever since every time someone throws up. I'm just sure that we're doomed to repeat it.
I can look for the bright side of just about anything... except an intestinal bug.
Anyway, my dramatic reaction aside, Obi Wan-da did not keep up with the stomach stuff, but she did spike a hefty fever and said the room was "going fast" which in my book translates into her spending a cozy day on the couch under close observation.
And lots and lots of Cheerios.
As my dad used to say, "Just relax and enjoy poor health". That's so much easier to do when nobody's yacking up a lung.