It struck Tyler with a vengeance early Wednesday morning, and so I quickly called in a sitter, went into work to re-arrange my day and get some take-home stories to write, and made it back in time to supply Tyler with some much needed Gatorade. But Gatorade does nothing if the person can't keep it down.
Fearing dehydration, I decided to take Tyler to the doctor later that afternoon. (Our sweet neighbors took on the role of watching Dash for us.)
I swear something triggered my body at the clinic, because the moment the nurse came into our exam room, I got sick. That poor nurse hesitated even when I told her it was coming, so they had quite the mess in their sink.
When everyone was settled back in, Tyler---who lovingly held my hair back during the ordeal--said, "We're gonna need two of whatever you give me!"
Special thanks to my parents who took off work to watch Dash for a day so that Tyler and I could sleep it off. While the effects lasted well into the weekend (we've been on a steady diet of Saltines, dry toast, and soup), we're now doing much better and getting our appetite back!
And the best part....Dash NEVER caught the glorious stomach bug (which sort of adds to my list of reasons why I think it may have been food poisoning....)
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