I'm not sure if I'm happy about this or not: my sons are becoming quite sensitive when I've been sick, to the point that they try to do some nice things to help me feel better.
On Saturday, I ate something that really disagreed with me. I'm not really sure what it was; the boys and I had the same food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and they didn't have any ill effects. Still, I was a little queasy at bedtime on Saturday.
Sunday, I woke up feeling like a truck had run me over. I managed to get 1&2 to Sunday school, and 3 and I went back home afterwards instead of to the JCC like normal. He watched some shows and allowed me to pass out on the couch. Lunchtime was at grandma's house, so I was able to drop off 3 then head back home to sleep.
Well, considering it was a stomach bug, I only slept part-time, and very lightly. For obvious reasons.
I will admit to being more than a little panicked about this one. Considering that my last bout of stomach issues put me in the hospital for three days, I was more than a little diligent about making sure that my fluids were kept consistent.
The boys spent most of the day at Grandma's house. They came home in time for dinner. Little Bear came upstairs to get me. "Daddy, it's dinner time. You should at least come downstairs and eat some rice. It's good for your belly."
Isn't that sweet?
The other boys are very obvious in their care when they come to give me hugs. It's very nice to see. They can, on occasion, be empathetic.
Long story short, I'm back on my feet and ready to go. Sort of. I worked at home today, with thanks again to great management that gives me that option. It's a lot easier on the body, you know? I think I'll be normal - or as close as I ever get to it - tomorrow morning.
Good thing - I have chorus and can't miss rehearsal time.
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