I think I might be dying. Last night I came down with a wicked stomach bug. After hours of fluid loss, body aches and chills, I called my insurance provider’s nurse advice hotline and she told me to go in to the ER or Urgent Care for rehydration. So, they tested me for dehydration and our whole family spent 4 hours in the Urgent Care while they pumped me full of 3 liters of IV fluids. Magoo had to go 6.5 hours with no food b/c he will only take the breast and the nurses wouldn’t let me give him what little fluid I had left.
The fluid was so cold and I just laid there and felt the cold spread over my whole body. The nurses kept complaining about how hot it was and even called maintenance to come fix the heat problem. I laid there with a sweater and a blanket on, shivering. For the grand finale, I got a shot in le rear to help control the nausea. Overall, not the best Sunday on record.
Luckily DY Dad is taking the day off work tomorrow. He’s spent all day watching the kids, bringing me small sips of liquid, folding the laundry and cleaning the kitchen. He is a great little nurse.
Man, I pray no one else in the family gets this. For now, I’ve put all of us in lock-down mode. I don’t want one of us to unwittingly pass the bug to someone else outside the family.