Only easing up enough between each intermission to make me think maybe we could avoid the hospital.
First we tested positive for covid, which didn’t change much for our usual reclusiveness besides general comfort.
We finally thought we were in the clear last night for Thanksgiving after no incidents for three days and accepted my neighbors invitation to share a meal since I had to miss out on hometown travels for all the sick.
My neighbors had recently had covid too but were also in that returning to the world phase.
I don’t think we were at the neighbors for more than 30 minutes before my kid stared getting a sad look and complaining of tummy trouble, I almost have her out the door to return her to the house when she starts vomiting, all over the entry and walkway. The husband and I tag team clean up. If that would have been it , it would have been more than enough, but after putting the husband and kid today I’m hit. I spend a very painful night in the bathroom. My throat feeling like it’s expelling acid. The next morning I remember I had been trying to cook an orange chicken in the oven when the feel bads hit. It’s at a loss now. It didn’t burn but did sit way too long.
I had just caught up laundry on the kids exorcism reenactment, looks like another catch up day is needed.