Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

Gah. The So Sick I'd Rather Die Syndrome is going around my house right now.

So far, Corey's had it, he being The Carrier and The One To Blame for all the doom and despair around here. He came home Friday tired after having worked hard all week in the heat and humidity. He showered and laid down for a nap.

Promptly upon waking and getting online to talk to The Girl, he gave her a quick BRB and ran to the bathroom where he quickly and unceremoniously emptied the contents of his entire digestive system. Guh!

He was sick til Sunday afternoon and he still didn't feel completely up to par Monday, which he had off too since Dad was out of town. Tommy probably had a touch of The SSIRD Syndrome Sunday, so he took a sick day Monday which put all four of us at home and mostly lazying around napping and such. Monday evening, Tommy and Casey went to town for a few supplies whereat Casey suddenly had The SSIRD Syndrome set upon him with full force.

Since Tommy was waiting for paint to be mixed (more on that in a later post, perhaps) Casey ran to the back bathroom where Tommy kept up with him via the handy-dandy N3x+els. He beeped Case when he was at the checkouts when Case promptly ran from the back bathrooms to the front bathrooms where he threw up again and waited til his dad, armed with extra bags for upchuckance, was ready to leave and had pulled up to the doors to get him.

They made it about 3/4 of the way home, where Tommy had to stop again to let Casey toss his innards, which were getting to be pretty nil by now. Once they made it home, Case went directly to the bathroom to hurl yet again, he sponged himself off (since he'd been cold-sweating it ever since the first heave) and asked for some pajamas. I had his bed made and the obligatory pan, clear soda pop and cool wash rag on a low table and a popsicle at the ready.

So after sitting up most of Friday and Saturday nights with Corey, I sat up Monday night with Case. His last hourly mad dash to puke was at about 5am this morning. I got up around 7am since Tommy woke me getting ready for work. I had a chiro appointment at 10am anyhow and Corey's application for the EMTee-bee class to drop off, so I colored my gray head and got myself ready.

Casey's already gone through the fever stage of this thing. Corey didn't get that til Saturday night. Corey had started with the...ah...erm...other-end involvement of The Syndrome by early Saturday morning, but I'm thinking/praying/hoping Casey might bypass that altogether because he's already to the point of going 5+ hours without puking and his fever has already broken plus he's keeping down the saltines he ate for lunch (miracle that he even wanted them!) It's looking really good.

Now, Lord willing and it doesn't go rampaging through me and Tommy too. I usually am the last to get something like this and the one to get the worst of it. Sheesh...after what Corey went through, I wonder if it could really BE any worse! I was ready to take him to the hospital!

But really, on the flip side? This is the worst either of the boys have been sick since they were little. I KNOW this is the worst thing Corey's had since he was about five years old! No wonder he thought he was dying, huh? Going 12 years without much more than a runny nose and slightly sore throat and suddenly having this nasty thing?!? Um..yeah, no wonder!

So anyhows.....that's what we've been up to around here. Hope you are all viro- and heave-free where you are!

Urgh.