It's amazing the difference that 24 hours can make. On Tuesday, I was feeling a bit ill; nauseous but not exceptionally bad. Over Tuesday night was a different story. I was up all night with vomiting and diarrhea, unable to sleep at all because of my tummy troubles. The whole day on Wednesday was spent feeling awful. Unable to sleep because of a monster headache. My body ached all over so badly that it hurt to move. I couldn't get comfortable in a non-nauseous position except on my back with an ice pack on my head and a heating pad on my back. The problem was that in that position I couldn't sleep. I could barely keep down anything except popsicles, Gatorade (which I am not a fan of), and three or four bites of broth. It was awful.
By the time my fiancé got home last night, I was not in a good place. I was almost in tears because I was tired and uncomfortable and just wanted to sleep. Thankfully, he's an amazing guy and not only did he fix me some soup but he also rubbed down my back with icy hot, brought me an ice pack and laid with me until I fell asleep. He also got up in the middle of the night with my youngest as she woke up vomiting last night. The ability to sleep pretty much a full eight hours was exactly what I needed. I woke up feeling much better. I'm not 100% but I'm definitely at least 70% which is good enough for work!
24 hours made a huge difference between Tuesday morning and Wednesday morning and then between Wednesday morning and today. Now my fingers are crossed that my other ones either get this bug quickly or don't get it at all.
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