A few days ago, my hubby and I came down with something disgusting. Rumblies in the tumblies and excretions from all ends. Fevers and chills were cycling, and so we couldn't get the house at a comfortable temperature. Add to this an energetic child and two demanding jobs, and we were the living dead for two days.
I hate getting sick, but this was bad because my daughter was being so sweet and loving, and neither my husband nor myself could appreciate it. Luckily my cousin came over and took care of the baby while the two of us warded off death.
There was never an explanation to our illness. I maintain that it was food poisoning, but many people swear it was the "stomach flu" (which doesn't exist according to WebMd).
PS-Sorry this post is awful. I'm a bit out of practice. Hopefully my writing will improve.