Just went you thought the vomiting was over. No. I couldn't even keep down ice chips. Plus my usual fever was almost 103. And laying in bed does nothing for arthritis except make it worse.
This is the second time in a row during Josh's vacation we've all gotten sick. I feel bad for him. He's been really great. He really has. Evan got sick last night...and I didn't have to do anything. I slept 12 hours and feel so much better.
Oh, did it bring back the memories. Some people look back on painful times with nostalgia. Which I do not. That mouth-watering queasiness...I had forgotten how bad it is and how much I never want to go through that again. No matter how stinkin' cute those babies are.
I remember hearing Joni Erickson Tada speak on time and she talked about how people would say how her wheelchair was a blessing etc...because it gave her this opportunity to speak. She would reply "I'm looking forward to the day when it will burn in hell".
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