I thought we were done being sick as of Monday night.  All the kids have been there and back again – except Kait, who’s just felt slightly unwell.  I was relieved about its end, made all the kids take hot showers to clean off any residual yick, and started making them do their normal chores again.
No more stomach flu makes for a delightful day.

Then Ryan came home from work. 

Today it was 82 degrees.  I heart 82 degrees.
But it did get quite stuffy in the house as evening fell.  To keep Ryan as comfortable as possible while he wrestles this bug I turned on the air conditioner – which feels wrong being we have a freeze warning for tonight.  But right being I have a sick husband.

I’m really hoping that this is it for us – that Ryan is the last of it all.  But I haven’t been sick yet, though I’ve been exceptionally tired.  I’m trying to be optimistic, telling myself that my exhaustion lately has just been my body fighting this bug and I’m not going to get it in its fullness. 

Optimism doesn’t come all that natural for me.  I’m your typical good natured pessimist.  But I’m desperate here.  I’ve got to think positive or else I’ll make myself sick by thinking about being sick.

Just writing about it is making my tummy turn a little. 
But I’m sure it’s all in my head. It just has to be.

I’d better stop typing about this.

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