The Vomitorium Strikes Back
February 21, 2006
OH HELL NO. HELLLLLLLLLLLL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Except yes! Jason and I are sick as very sick dogs again. With the puking all night and whining all day.
When I posted about the Food Poisoning Adventure, a couple smart people suggested that it was maybe not food poisoning at all, but a stomach virus Noah brought home from daycare. I read their suggestions and nodded and filed that away as a likely cause, but for narrative simplicity I stuck with the food poisoning story online, because I am lazy and it was just deliciously poetic that the foodies got food poisoning and are still to this day absolutely terrified of pupusas.
Now I'm thinking that virus thing was a good call, because Jason and I made our own damn non-pupusa dinner last night with just-purchased ingredients and once again, one of us got sick and then the other followed suit about an hour later.
This time it was Jason who got sick first, around 1 a.m., and I lay in bed in terror because I'd been fighting some nausea for about an hour by then, and when I heard the hideous sounds of retching coming from downstairs I knew I was getting a glimpse into my very near future.
Ugh.
I am very tired of paying lots of money just to widen my circle of germ exposure to include a bunch of mucusy, spit-uppy brats.
Also, I am tired of not having any sick leave and having to drag my diseased ass into work.
Also tired of the dark circles under my eyes because I'm running on less than two hours of sleep and now know first-hand that NBC reruns the previous evening's Olympic coverage in the middle of the night, LIKE I HAVE NOT WATCHED ENOUGH CURLING ALREADY.
(Shuffleboard + bowling + billiards + housecleaning = WTF)
(I love it! I want to join a league! I maybe got out the Swiffer and went around my house Swiffering in a suspiciously curling-like fashion! ! I also maybe pumped my fists in the air after perfectly placing some dust bunnies on the imaginary curling rink I decided was in my kitchen!)
Anyway, I am probably going to go die now.
(My dreams of Olympic gold! Dashed!)
However, if these are not the legs and feet of an Olympian something-or-other, I will eat my Swiffer.
Am first! yahoo! Get better soon and eat those toes for medicine.
SO sorry you guys are sick AGAIN! Feel better soon!!
So sorry about the sickness...viruses are a bugger and can sometimes take a few weeks to leave your system. I got one from my goddaughter a few years back, and I think I went through 1.5 rounds of it.
So sorry! Hope you two feel better soon. I have yet to get a vomity-virus from my 16-month old who's in daycare, but have had plenty of non-vomity problems, like flu and colds. And I hear you on the whole no-sick-leave thing! It completely sucks.
Meanwhile, have you bought a Shark steam cleaner for your floorboards yet? Beats the Swiffer hands-down!!
Damn the vomitorium! I hope you are feeling better soon!
I feel your pain! I used to work at a Boys and Girls Club. Damn kids made me sick pretty much every week. The best was when I caught the stomach virus that sent several of the kids to the hospital. That was not a fun night.
I hope that you feel better soon! And just remember... even if you don't have sicktime left, there are very few people in this world who would choose to spend the day working with someone with a tendency to projectile vomit. :D
we are all sick over here too! and my daughters not even in daycare (shes 2) the pedi said the virus can last 8-10 days! so she got it, we all got it, we got better, then we all got sick again a week and a half later! :(
I'm curently living on a diet of Airborne and soup all the while hoping and praying I don't get the nastyness that's going around.
(((hugs))) I hope you and Jason get better very soon and I REALLY hope that little bit doesn't come down with it.
Oh yes - the daycare buggies are virulent. We mostly get the colds around here - not so much the flu. But when one of us catches it, we all catch it! What's funny is how differently my husband and I handle puking. I dislike puking as much as the next guy, but I figure I may as well get all that crap the hell out. My husband will do anything to not puke. So, while I puke violently for a few hours, I start to feel better. He doesn't puke and is sick three times as long.
I am glad that this last pregnancy was much kinder to me puke-wise. Maybe third times a charm?
My husband and I used to teach the three year old Sunday school class at our church and my God Almighty, we were sick every. damn. week. We had a set of triplets and they were always coming in sick, at least one of them with a huge runny nose. It was digusting. When we resigned, we immediately realized how lovely it was to NOT be sick all the time. Gah.
I think the Pukefest 2006 we experienced two weeks ago was from LilZ's school. Moral of the story? There is no end to the excess germs.
I am not afraid to admit that I am addicted to curling also. Sign me up; it may be my only hope of ever becoming an Olympic athlete.
Hope you feel better soon!
Since you didn't mention His Preciousness, I assume he was spared??? I am keeping my fingers crossed, for your sake. Feel better soon.
I've had food poisoning FOUR TIMES. To me, it feels totally different than those damn tummy bugs. Are you guys restless in the legs, can't quit moving, seriously feel like you are going to die? Even feel like a steamy turd after you've puked? That sounds like the poison. If you get relief for a small while after puking, that sounds like the bug. Not that it matters anyways, misery is misery is misery. Hopefully though, when it comes time to potty train, Noah will sit on the toilet instead of stick his head in it!
Sorry ya'll are sick! Rockstar Mommy and their nightmare, you guys, we have a feverish kid over here -- too much sickness in our blog community dammit. I am just not buying the whole "building up immunities" crap. My kids weren't in daycare and we were (and continue to be) SICK ALL THE GODDAMN TIME. So that's what staying home gets ya, too (if that's a comfort?). Flu, fevers, rashes, asthma, pneumonia, sinus CRAP, colds, etc. So when does this immunity start? I want off the island. Hope Noah is okay, the little cutie.
Sorry to hear about the return of the vomitorium. Hope you feel better soon and that Noah escapes getting the bug.
I'm sorry you're sick! That sucks.
I have decided I want to go to the Olympics in bobsledding because really, how hard could it be? I've sledded before.
Then I saw the bobsled flip and slide down the track upside down at 75 mph, and suddenly, curling looked pretty awesome.
soocer! olympian soccer! they have that, right? ;)
that's what i think the legs are for, anyway. soccer players are rad.
did i just say 'rad'?
Oh, you poor thing. I am so feeling for you here. Sick leave be damned, you should really go home.
Sorry you are ill.
Cute toes.
Viruses=suckiness.
I hope you and Jason are feeling better.
And don't worry; with those legs, you'll be living your Olympic dreams vicariously through Noah in no-time!
(NEED. TO BITE. YUMMY. LEGS. NOW.)
Oh, I am sorry for the return of the projectile pukeathon. As for the virus vs. food poisoning question, many cases of food poisoning don't start until a couple of days after the meal was consumed. It depends on the germ that's responsible. If it was something that produced a toxin that built up in the food, you'll likely get sick within hours. But if it's an infection with the bacteria itself, like salmonella, it can take a while for it to kick in. So the culprit meal can be misidentified. Given that Noah didn't get sick either time, food poisoning might still be a decent guess. Ok, that's way too much pseudo-medical babble for now. Here's hoping you both feel better soon.
I am currently hurled over holding my stomach! Not from being sick but from laughing SO HARD at the image of you with the Swiffer, Swiffering away as fast as they do in Curling. THAT is just hilarious. Thank you for that image! It made my day.
Oh, yuck. Feel better and may you develop an immune system of steel!
cilantro. We use a lot of cilantro in these parts. What most people don't know is that cilantro is more effective in combatting stomach ailments (including food poisoning) than most over the counter and prescribed medication. :P
Don't you hate it when people list as one of the advantages of day-care that "it will help your little one build his/her Immunity Library!!"?? I bet you're thinking you'd rather he just be illiterate. :-)
I have now been sick with a stupid cold from the stupid kids at my stupid new teaching job for over a whole stupid week and just got stupid pinkeye on top of everything else stupid. So I'm calling it a stupid week and will spend hours upson stupid hours on the computer and watching stupid daytime TV without stupid cable and I will probably become, well, stupid.
My daughter was invited with her Girl Scout troop to participate in an afternoon of curling, so she washed and carefully blew dry her stick-straight hair. I didn't have the heart to tell her that curling was possibly the stupidest sport on earth, except for NASCAR.
Sorry about the puke. Noah is gorgeous.
EEK!! I thought that horrible wretched disease that caused my baby her breif (and minor) hospital stay was only a "southern thing." Sorry you guys are having to deal. My house was sick, sick, sick last week with the same crud. Just be sure to stay hydrated and watch plenty of curling. It will make you feel better. Promise.
Seriously, the husband loves curling. I don't get it. It's not a sport. It's people moving a brush in front of a giant ice cube.
Bahahaha...I love the giant ice cube comment! Best analogy yet. Though I do have to say, as the wife of a previously avid curler who was just a couple games shy of the Canadian Olympic curling team (Then we moved to FL, curling or sunshine=FL, of course), the sport is actually much more demanding than it appears on TV. Those ice cubes (read:rocks) weigh 40lbs each and it really is both an art and a science that requires skill and often some fancy sweeping to get them to do what you want. As well, every curling rink known to man has a wonderous upstairs lounge with fireplaces and a huge glass observation area for wives to lounge about drinking their faces off whilst husbands play their beloved game. What could be so wrong with that?!
Curling, yes...ah the good old days of Canadian winter sports. Beats hockey and most curlers keep their teeth!
Still, I choose Florida and wearing shorts almost year round.
p.s. Feel better soon Amy and fam!
Oh, I have been where you are and it's not pretty. Not pretty at all. I wish you the best in making it through the day.
The only good thing about pucking up your guts (at least for me) is the weight loss that comes from it.
And curling?? I guess I need to give it a chance.
In hopes of cheering you up and making you feel better, I give you: http://www.curldc.org/index.php
Rules and a league to join! You won't even have to bring your Swiffer.
Yikes. When my oldest son was in daycare he always brought home tons of happy germs that liked to make their homes in us. My job was none to happy with all the time I was always taking off from work. (It's hard to be puking while talking to a crying client about their child's issues.)
As for Noah's adorable feet...is Jason tall?
This story has just reaffirmed my choice to stay home. My youngest is almost 4 and the others are in school. The lack of 2 incomes stinks, but not as much as a pukefest. I'm really sorry you guys are sick again. And, I hope you know that was not a "judgment" comment about your choice to work. It is merely a reflection of my own weak stomach that pukes at the sound, sight and/or scent of puke that makes me happy I stay home.
Sorry that you two are sick. . .TOES! Whoa! Look at those cute little feet!
I'm sorry, what was I saying?
Ah, the lovely pukefest 2006. We've had those rounds too, since my daughter was in daycare. She'd get it, I'd get it, then hubby. Fun times I tell ya.
The bad part? I was eating reading this blog. Yep. Eating. It didn't bother me at all. I think I've developed the mommy stomach of steel. After cleaning up bodily functions for years, I think it's really hard to gross me out now.
Anyway.....hope you all feel better soon, and Noah doesn't get it. Order a case of Clorox wipes, hand sanitizer, and Lysol. Works for me. :)
man, that bites.
and let me put in a vote or several for OCD handwashing, hand santizer, lysol, etcetera. i know its all semi-noxious, but desperate times and such...
fluids, rest, lather, rinse, repeat.
toes-y's
toes-y's
want some little toes-y's
hee :)
hope you're all feeling better - stomach flu sucks worse than anything!
That bit about having to go in when you're sick? Because you are lacking in the sick leave? That's the kind of thing that gets me Irish blood boiling. Seriously. Is it really to your (anyone's) workplace's advantage to demand that you bring your germs in to share? I'm sure you're extra productive, feeling like ass and all. Stupid, shortsighted policy. I hope they send you home to bed!
Get well soon!
Bleaaaaghh!
So sorry you've all got the Creeping Crud - may it go away asap, so you can nurse something besides an Airborne cocktail. Those toes are edibly delicious - I actually was lucky enough to have my own little toe-snack via my neice this morning. What is it about baby toes that is just so damn delicious?
I was going to say something along the lines of "Dude, that blows," but I think you've had enough visual images in the past day.
So is your next post going to be "hurling while curling"? Sorry, I couldn't resist. :)
I hope you and the household quickly return to a state of stable intestional tracts.
My heart goes out to you and your barfiness. The first year my daughter was in daycare my husband and I battled all manner of cooties we had never before experienced. Barfing, retching, rashes, mucus-related things. You name it--we got it.
As I've said before and I'll no doubt say again: it gets better. I.ABSOLUTELY.PROMISE.
Just think, after a year of daycare you'll be ready to brave the jungles or Borneo since you'll be immune to nearly everything in life.
Send that baby to me now, and I'll take good care of him and those yummy toes until you are better. It's a perfect plan!
Dude, if you ever want Noah to have a shot at winning the gold in the Picking Small Objects Up Off the Floor With Your Three-Inch-Long Prehensile Toes Olympic event, you have got to get him in serious training like ASAP. It's a long, arduous road (leaving your family at age 6 to train in the special high altitude facilities in Colorado, the other kids always calling you "clown shoes", etc.), but the payoff of never having to bend over to retrieve dropped keys or coins again, not to mention the lucrative Wheaties endorsements, make it all totally worthwhile.
I am actively looking for curling coverage and can't find it. I leave it to you to decide which of these is more sad.
I like the running-with-hand-over-mouth barf. They are trying to hold it in, but cannot. And, of course, depending on the force of the hurl, the puke squirts from between the fingers. The resulting running barf-fountain is almost an art form.
Ugh ugh ugh.
This is why I'm afraid to have children. I am SUPERDUPER SUCEPTIBLE to the shitpuking germs. And I would spend entire days fighting the urge not to disinfect the baby with Lysol when he returned home from daycare. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.
So sorry you are sick again.