Ron, Benny and I have been wretchedly ill for a week and a half. It started two Thursday nights ago, with Benny throwing up four times in two hours. He had the stomach flu, and a more horrific bug I've never seen. It's closing schools here in southeast Michigan. Vomiting, diarrhea, fever, sweats, everything.
I started throwing up Sunday night, and then Ron started on Wednesday night. I am not exaggerating when I say I've never been this sick. Then I caught a cold on top of it. Ron was out of work for three days, that's how bad it was.
Last Thursday and Friday were the worst because Ron and I were still very ill, but Benny was better. So we lay on the couch while poor Benny whimpered and pushed toys at us. We could barely feed and change the poor child. Nobody could help us, because we wouldn't wish this thing on our worst enemy.
Finally we felt better on Sunday. Ron spent the day making up work on his laptop and I cleaned the house, while poor Benny bounced between us like a ping-pong ball.
Today is our first normal day. Benny's babysitter Anna is here right now and I'm trying to put together my resume and clippings. I've got an offer for freelance travel work for Booth Newspapers, so they need to see my stuff.