wretched

There's something wrong with me, and I'm not exactly sure what it is. Most likely, it's some variation of the stomach virus the boys had. Whatever it is struck after dinner last night, and I initially blamed it on the 2 glasses of wine I had. Given that I drank the 2 glasses over a period of at least 3 hours, you wouldn't think that would be enough to make anyone sick, but it was my first thought. I don't think that was it, though, because if it were, I'd be better by now.

I haven't puked in over 12 years (including 3 pregnancies) but I came pretty darn close last night and I still am of a mind that I might feel better if I had... or just now, if I could. This can't be food poisoning, DH had exactly the same things to eat as I did, and he's fine. I just feel wretched. My stomach is queasy and I get the accompanying clammy chills followed by feverish sweats. I feel fine for an hour or two and then spin back down into this whatever-it-is.

So I laid around the house all day, mostly. I did clean up the kitchen at least twice (breakfast and lunch) and made dinner and did 3 loads of laundry, in spite of feeling as if puking is imminent whenever I stand up for any length of time. I've also eaten 4 slices of toast, 2 poached eggs, a bowl of yogurt with blueberries, a few TLC crackers, and I think 4 (5?) cups of peppermint tea.

I'm feeling a bit detached, wondering if that is the illness, too? I dunno.

Tomorrow, school, and RE begins for the 2 older kids. I hope I'm feeling better. Pickups and dropoffs are going to be nasty if I'm feeling this gross.

Blogger ate my post from 2 days ago. Here's hoping this one survives.