Monday morning I woke up with a bad case of the stomach flu. Ugh! Where the heck did that come from? I am very careful to avoid germs at all costs. Every time I go to the store, I wipe off the cart with alcohol wipes. You just never know who used the cart before you. People don’t wash their hands in the bathroom, or they are sick and cough in their hands and touch the cart. People need to learn how to cough into their elbows like they teach kids in school. It’s either a rotten, sudden case of the flu, or bad homemade jam from a neighbor down the road. We had breakfast for dinner on Sunday night, and when I opened a new jar of jam, the lid came off a little too easily. I wondered for a second if it wasn’t sealed properly. I should have gone with my gut and not used it. Although, my daughter ate it too, and she didn’t get sick. Maybe she has an iron gut that I don’t have. I don’t know what happened, but (1) I’m throwing out the jam, and (b) I pray my husband and daughter don’t get it.
I threw up all night on Monday night from 1:00 am to 7:30 am. I puked so hard, I ended up with a migraine and wound up in the ER for a few hours yesterday being rehydrated and getting some migraine relief. Last night I managed to eat some chicken noodle soup and a popsicle. This morning I had jello and applesauce. I don’t really dare to eat. The only flip side is that I lost 6 pounds in 2 days. Although I highly do not recommend this as a diet plan. I would rather go through childbirth than have the flu.