the joke on my popsicle stick
I had planned on doing a fun post about my NYE. I had a cute outfit, baked something yummy for the chocolate throwdown, and had a bottle of Shramsburg chilled and ready to go. Dinner was an early affair and then the chocolate festivities began. I hadn’t gotten my camera out, yet, and then my tummy started feeling funny.
By 9pm, I was home and the great NYE Barfathon began.
Last week, I got word that my sweet little nephew Phoenix had spent the night puking, but they were still planning on heading back to CO on Friday, so I swung by to say goodbye on Thursday night. I had dinner and gave hugs, but didn’t kiss the handsome little sicko. On Friday, I learned that the rest of the family was puking, too, but I felt fine…surely I wasn’t there long enough to come down with it (or so I thought).
So back to NYE. I haven’t been this sick in YEARS, and I’ve lost 6 pounds, have been blessed with a friend who brought my Gatorade, saltines, and popsicles, and got more sleep than I’ve had in weeks. Unfortunately, I strained my back from vomiting, buti was able to get out of the house today to CVS for a heating pad.
All in all, my NYE wasn’t as planned, but I wouldn’t trade my visit with my family for the world (or those 6 pounds)!
What a bummer! Glad you’re doing better now. The weight loss is the only silver lining to the stomach flu.