Friday, December 10, 2010

My name is Haley, and I'm a hoarder.

A hoarder of GERMS, that is.

What? My house smells like Lysol?

What? You notice my hands are flaking to pieces from being so dry because they've been wiping things with Clorox wipes for the last 2 months?

What? You saw me drinking GermX yesterday?

Well that stuff can't possibly be true, because, CLEARLY, I am hoarding all the germs. CLEARLY.

Seriously, do those products even work? Sometimes I wonder.

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We're at it, again, folks. That's right. After 12 glorious days of no one being sick in our house, I came down with a horrible stomach/fever virus. It literally knocked.me.down. Normally I do not "get" stomach viruses. I've had a weird, unheard-of immunity to them since I was a little girl. Never threw up until I got to college. Neither did my brother or sister. Just one of those weird things we never seemed to be susceptible to. Well, Tuesday morning around 5am I woke up suddenly to a nervous tummy, and knew that I needed to throw up. And I did, but just a little bit. And following that episode was 18 hours of fever/aches/yuckyness/can't-get-up-because-I'm-so-nauseated HELL. It was so bad that Chad had to take off work the next day to let me recoup. And after 24 hours total I was fine and dandy. And Mary Ella went to school today, fine and dandy, but when she got home she came out of her room and told me she'd "spit up" on her baby doll. Well, "spit up" apparently meant "throw up" and she didn't inherit my immunity to vomiting so she "spit up" quite a bit. So I bathed her, shampooed her, put her to bed because she was wimpy and sleepy. She slept an hour, woke up screaming, commenced to vomiting again, this time even MORE, all over her bed, sheets, blankie, clean PJ's. Another bath, another shampoo, and then 2 hours of washing everything she'd ever touched in her entire LIFE. She watched TV during those 2 hours I was scrubbing and praying off all demons.

Then suddenly she got up off her pallet I'd made her, came to me, and requested Spaghetti-O's.

Seriously?

Because that's probably the LAST thing I want to see/smell in someone's throw up.

But she wanted them, so I fixed them. She ate them ALL. I waited and watched.

And she's been fine ever since. She's played, watched a movie, eaten peanut butter crackers and popcorn and even snuck a few sips of her Daddy's Diet Mountain Dew while he was busy at work.

I am hoping, praying, crossing fingers and toes that Sam and Chad steer clear of this one. I have also withdrawn Mary Ella from MDO for the rest of December (As in, next week. Ha.) As much as I want her to go to school, it is just not worth it right now, especially with Christmas right around the corner. We need everyone to be HEALTHY for the holidays!! So good bye for now, Mother's Day Out! See ya next year!

4 comments:

The Penter Family said...

I feel so sorry for you! Last year it seemed like Colt came home sick every week from MDO! He hasn't gotten sick this year at all. But MDO is a great place to catch an illness!

Ashley B said...

You are a brave women with the Spaghetti-O's. I am so sorry you are going through all this.
Ashley

susan said...

Oh my gosh that is HORRIBLE! We have been battling this mess since Thanksgiving and for now...this house is clear:-) We'll see though. And my right hand knuckles are red, raw and peeling like yours from scrubbing EVERYTHING! And it's hilarious that you mentioned the spaghettios...Wyatt wanted ravioli...that smell is STILL in my nose and it's been a few days. So sick! Ya'll get better:-) Oh - this is Susan...blog stalker/chad's friend from b'ham:-)

{Amanda} said...

Blehck! Bless your heart- girl it's just been a mess of sickness lately! Maybe this means y'all won't get sick all next year =) {here's hoping!}
So sorry it's been ongoing...

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