My daughter brings many things home from school: paintings, sculptures, school newsletters, and occasionally a treasured left-over from snacks or lunch.
Friday, however, she came home from school with dim eyes and a wan face. Going to sleep early did not help the situation and she woke up Saturday morning with a full-scale stomach bug.
It was a horrible thing, really. My daughter spent most of the day vomiting, or getting ready to. I rubbed her back, patted her head, and fed her toast and apple juice, hoping that she’d be OK.
By Sunday morning she was weak, but on the mend. I breathed a sigh of relief for her that she was over it, and for myself for circumventing it. Sunday evening, however, to my horror, I began to descend into ‘the abyss’.
It was a vile, utterly horrid bug. I will spare you the details. Luckily my mother was available to help.
Now, several days later, I’m feeling better, on the other side… but it took a while to feel like looking at food again, let alone eating it.
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