CAUTION: The following account contains thinly veiled references to regurgitation. I tried to keep it light enough not to turn your stomach as much as ours have been but this is a story about everybody getting sick. Read at your own discretion.
Last week Aidan projectiled his lunch so suddenly I heard Rachel scream. I was actually insensitive enough to smile trying to find humor in her startled response to a messy situation. Karma is bad thing.
Once Aidan got better Rachel got hit...and Kellen. The latter two welcomed the bug while many members of our family were in town for Aidan's Grandparents Day and Logan's baptism. Thankfully we were all well enough to attend the scheduled events.
I got word after the relatives had departed that we had spread the "love" outside of our immediate family and people were falling like dominoes. Three grandparents had been hit shortly after leaving. Determined to avoid the inevitable, I took a mental stance against the idea of getting sick and drank a Gatorade on Monday morning feeling there was nothing better for preventing sickness than a heavy dose of electrolytes.
I will make my personal account brief. On the way to pick up Aidan from school I asked God to get me there and home before allowing the sick demons to bring me to my knees. He was kind enough to give me a quiet dirt road as a private spot from which to begin my personal journey through the darkness. Today still feeling a bit weak but no longer at a standstill (or a lay-down-still) I stepped on the scale and found myself ten pounds lighter than I was at my physical last week. I might want to retract a statement I made to my wife saying I'd rather be violently ill for 24 hours than battle a bug for a week. I have however found a weight loss plan that is infinitely quicker than diet and exercise!