It’s the wild wild west over here, complete with disease, outright defiance and mayheim!
It begin last Sunday when I became an unsuspecting victim of a stomach flu. Sunday, my quiet afternoon turned into a horror flick with vommitting, diareahh, contractions, nausea and a trip to the witch doctor (better known as the hospital these days). Okay so maybe thats TMI (too much information) at once, but you’ve gotta understand the horrid magnitude of a pregnancy and stomach flu combination. I had a strong inclination of the offending suspect, but my good sense and physical limitations wouldn’t allow me to challenge he/she to a dual. So I resolved to just focus my energies on recovery.
Meanwhile, an exhausted Phil worked endlessly to manage work, a nauseated wife, a clingy daughter and skiddish dog. We were both lucky enough to have my Mother and Auntie stop by to help out on occasion, their departure left us juggling our adult responsibilities all over again.