I slept rotten for two straight nights, but couldn't put my finger on what was wrong. Belly didn't feel right and I was dealing with headaches anytime the meds would wear off. For the most part though, whatever it was served to make me a little irritable but I kept moving. Until yesterday.
We enjoyed my sister, brother-in-law, and nephew at Kevin's soccer game and then we went out to eat with them. We went out to that place that everyone else loves; personally I don't love it, never have, and I do not understand the attraction, but after yesterday it will hold even less favor with me. Don't misunderstand me, it wasn't the food's fault that I got sick. After all, I had felt it coming on for a couple of days, but seeing food twice is never fun.
Scott put me to bed about six last night and I woke up feeling only a little better this morning. What was in my head is now in my chest (I much prefer it in my chest than in my head - so this is a praise!) and I have yet to put anything more on my stomach. I'm blaming the kids at school for this one.
Number one complaint last Thursday and Friday at school? "My head, my throat, and my stomach." All at one time. That pretty much sums up what I'm dealing with here. The kids love it because I have a case of laryngitis. No yelling from this Mommy for awhile. Loud talking is out of the question as well. I'm having trouble getting enough air out to form any words at all.