The last time I felt this sick was when I had covid last year, and even then, I don’t know if it felt like this.
For the last week, I have been in bed every day battling a stomach bug of some kind that, and I’m not exaggerating when I say this, felt like I was dying. I can confidently say that without fear of sounding overdramatic because my sister’s girlfriend had the same bug and said the exact same thing to me about how she felt.
It all started with our daughter, who got sick the night before we left the beach, and then our son threw up three times on the drive home the next day. A few days later, our daughter threw up again, this time in the middle of the night. Which then comes to me. I woke up last week and immediately felt sick to my stomach and ever since then, things went from bad to horribly bad. I was throwing up so violently that I was telling PJ I couldn’t do it anymore because of the pain. It hurt to keep throwing up, even though I knew that was the only way I was going to feel better.
Now that it’s been a week, I am probably 80% better. My stomach still feels nauseous, like if I just threw up again I would feel better, and for some reason I’m extremely fatigued and easily tired. Because of that last symptom, I took an at-home covid test to see if this was a weird form of covid, but it came back negative.
The only people in the house who haven’t gotten this horrible bug yet are PJ and our oldest son. I’m hoping they don’t get it because it’s pretty much awful in every way imaginable. PJ has been so sweet and making chicken noodle soup and taking over a lot of the family duties I usually handle. What would I do without him?
After a week of being in bed watching The Kardashians, I’m looking forward to feeling normal again and getting back to our regular routine. Hoping that starts today!!!