After 6 days of the stomach flu without feeling any better...can I just say PRAISE THE LORD FOR IV FLUIDS!!! Never have I been so grateful in all my life to be poked with a needle.
This morning Wade called me from the farm (he's working there today) to inform me that his dad has the same thing there--for cows--should I need more. Wade also informed the nurse yesterday that he's given those IV fluids to cows lots of times. And while nauseas Kara is sitting there, we all got the hear the details of how they have to put cow IV's in through the neck--and really stab 'em in good since they have tough skin...and how one time a cow's heart rate was through the roof and the cow's heart started pumping blood back up into the IV. Yuck yuck yuck. The more I informed my dear husband that his commentary wasn't helping, the more he talked.
After a while, I suggested Wade and Nathan go play at the park across the street from the clinic while I had my second bag of fluids. I had a nice half hour of peace and quiet. Upon their return, Wade got more dirty looks from the nurse when he asked me if I was going to go for my evening jog that night.
"Absolutely NOT!" the nurse told him.
Gotta love hubbies, don'tcha?
Actually, to Wade's credit, he's had to pick up a lot of the slack while I've been sick. Honey, I really did appreciate you feeding the kids, doing the dishes, and picking up each day--even if it was begrudgingly. :) Love you.
Anyone wanna go out for pizza? Mmmm...turkey and mashed potatoes sound good, too. I've missed out on a week's worth of cravings here.
