A Very Merry Sickmas

Well, Christmas has come and is almost gone.

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday.

Unfortunately, I was sick with some sort of stomach virus that's been going around. A few days ago my brother was terribly sick; heaving up chunks for 5 hours straight (poor little guy). By morning he was perfectly fine.

This morning I woke up with an uneasy stomach. "Great!" I thought. "Sick for Christmas. Just what I wanted." Then my dad came in my room telling me that my step-mom was sick (the sound of her barfing in the toilet was evidence of that).

Worried that others might be sick, my dad called my family and indeed found out that at least one other person was sick, my Uncle Andy. Wonderful!

Meanwhile, my stomach was informing me that I needed to make a trip to the bathroom myself...however, for different reasons. Yep, it was diarrhea. Back and forth Aimee and I were taking turns in the bathroom.

Later, we went to my grandparents to celebrate, and I hadn't taken a shower yet so to the bathroom I was headed again. I was almost finished with my shower when all of a sudden I couldn't hear anything except my own voice and I felt like I was going to pass out. I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around me and down to the floor I went. Don't worry, I didn't pass out; instead I puked into the toilet. (I haven't puked in years and forgot how painful it is.)

The rest of the evening I still didn't feel up to par, but it wasn't too bad. There was so much food, and TONS of pies, and I didn't get to eat any of it (*sniff, sniff*). So, right now I am just relaxing at the computer and taking it easy.

What a TERRIFIC Christmas, I tell ya.