It all started early Thursday morning. I felt sick to my stomach. I ate a couple of Mylanta pills and went back to sleep. I was awakened a few hours later and couldn't keep anything on my stomach. I hadn't felt like this in a long long time. I was reduced to laying on the couch. Jonathan went to school and Donna to work, so I was on my own. I tried a cracker and sipping water but it "just came right back out".
I spent the entire morning watching "Retro-TV". This is a new digital channel we can pick up now. It has a bunch of old shows I watched when I was a kid. I watched Marcus Welby and then Ironside (which I remember watching with my dad when I was young). I watched Kojak and then one of my favorites - Leave it to Beaver. Finally, I topped it off with Magnum PI and the Rockford Files. I was reminded (again) of a time when TV shows could be very entertaining without being vulgar.
I finally stopped throwing up about noon, but had no appetite at all. I just rested for the day. I was still weak the next day, but steadily improved the rest of the day. Jonathan went to see his girlfriend at her high school game (she plays in the band). He woke us up about midnight sick. Even though he's 20 years old, his mom and I still felt as bad as we did when he was little. We tried to do all we could for him. He felt better by day's end. However, Donna started getting sick about 6:30pm. There is no more frustrating feeling for a husband then watching your wife hurt and not being able to do a thing about it. She finally felt better by early in the morning, but she wasn't able to attend worship services. She missed them terribly. She felt a lot better Monday.
I haven't been that sick in a while. None of us have. It makes you really appreciate your health to go though something like this. And it doesn't even compare to what some people go through on a regular basis.
