Rode Hard and Hung Up Wet

Have you ever heard that saying? I think it refers to the old west, or maybe even now, when men rode through bad weather and then didn't clean up their leather stuff when they got home. We've adapted that phrase to mean lots of other things but in this case I mean me! For the second time in a month I've had the stomach virus. That explains why I didn't feel right this week - I told you a couple of days ago I just wasn't myself and I was right. I woke up Wednesday night about 1:00 a.m. with diarrhea. Yuck. That's bad enough but about 3:00 I started throwing up. Doggone it, this is not fair! No one should have this stuff more than once a season. It lasted about 12 hours and then I just laid in the bed like a zombie. My poor husband had to take care of me and clean up after me. He told me he'd gladly trade cleaning up if he didn't have to get it. I would have made that trade too!

Today my body hurts all over but I'm determined to be up and moving. Surely the aches are from being in the bed too long. Surely. I'm also thinking I might eat today. Something. Anything! I did have a few crackers and some 7UP last night so I think it will be ok. I'm trying hard to find something funny to say for this post but it just isn't there. :) I will tell you about a blessing though. Yesterday afternoon laying in the bed I could look out my window and see the beautiful sunshine and the lake glistening like diamonds. A bird came and sat on the shrub right outside and serenaded me for over an hour. I have no idea what kind it was but since it sang so many different songs I'm thinking mockingbird. I hope it's nesting there. Whenever a bird visits me like that I think of Mother - she loved them so.