Broke Down

After my presentation to my daughter's 4th grade class, which I thought went pretty well--they were enthused and asked lots of good questions--I got sick.  It started with me just being really, really tired, and falling asleep on the couch at 4:00 in the afternoon, and turned to me having a REALLY upset stomach, which turned to my poor husband arriving home at 7:30 to literally step through the garage door and find me hurling my guts out over the deck rail.  I had been outside to put the animals in for the night, and wound up vomiting violently instead.

Needless to say, I did not get the animals in, and wound up instead vomiting violently quite a few times that night.  Good times.  Near as I can figure, I have food poisoning brought on by what I believe was a drive-through latte.   I am just thankful that it waited until I got home.  Can you imagine trying to turn 10 year old onto farming and chickens and new life while vomiting?  Yeah, me neither.  They're 10.  The vomiting would be ALL they would remember.

I spent all day yesterday in a semi-coma in bed, awakening briefly to see children and tell husband what needed to be done with the animals.  My husband, who is the kindest, most beautiful man I know, stepped WAY (way!) out of his comfort zone to feed the animals at the appropriate times yesterday as well as herd them into their shelters for the night.  All this while caring for me by serving me English muffins and ginger ale and warming up the rice bag when I got too cold or my back hurt.

Poor man.  As I gave him directions yesterday to feed/care for the multiple mouths outside, his eyes sort of rolled up and he put his head down.  When I was done, he promised he'd do it all "as long as he could remember what I said".  Fair enough.  As I talked, I could hardly believe all the crap I do, either.  It seemed so simple until I put it into words.  He was a good pinch hitter, though.  Everyone was fed and survived.

Today, I'm still weak as hell, but as my husband had to go back to work, I managed to get everyone squared away so far.  I believe I'll be ok for the night's feedings as well.  Hallelujah, progress.

So, good times.  In conclusion of this little episode, I can sincerely say: food poisoning; I don't recommend it. If you can avoid it, please do.  I haven't enjoyed it myself at all and I would very much like to not have it ever again.  I would also like to say that standing up and walking around while sick is severely overrated.  And ginger ale?  Though it's the only thing I seem to be able to keep down (other than English muffins), I would like to not see ginger ale again for at least a year. 

And that's about all I have to say about that.  I think I'll go have another glass of ginger ale.