My stomach is bubbling and churning and burning as though something big is about to happen. Everywhere I go, people are dropping like flies around me with this horrid stomach virus. Last night at football practice, we watched as a player vomited profusely on the field. The entire group of boys moved back into a pack watching him. The coach held his arms out like a barricade blocking them from the germy carnage. Oh dear.
I hate the stomach bug. It is my least favorite of the nasty childhood illnesses that come into the home. And today, I am hoping that this feeling in my gut is from all the anti-inflammatory meds I have been taking for my shin and not from a volcanic eruption brewing inside. And despite the way I feel, I have to cut the back yard today. And go to Walmart. And deal with Madalyn. And get both the kids hair cut. And go to football practice. Basically, act as though I feel fabulous when I really don't.
This will definitely be a long day.