I’m sure you all have heard how bad the stomach flu has been this year. If you haven’t had it, you should be thankful. If you have, well then you should know what I just went through.
My silly little recap of The Exorcist Flu …
I hope you’re not eating breakfast.
Or chocolate pudding.
I’m sorry.
On my way home from work last Tuesday I called my husband and said …
Please don’t be in the bathroom or near the bathroom when I get home. I’m sick!
When I got home, as I was taking off my coat, my husband said …
Sgt Narantic: You know Jody, you don’t eat enough vegetables.
I put my hands over my mouth running down the hall and said …
Barfy: Are you kidding me? Why would you mention food? WHY????
And please note: Now that I’m feeling better – I do put lettuce and tomato on my taco.
That night was ugly. I mean ugly. I haven’t been that sick in a long time. I spent at least 3 hours on the bathroom floor with a pillow and blanket in a fetal position. It was awful. I could hardly move or talk. I did however find enough strength to whisper several times (I did try yelling) …
Barfy: Mark, please stop spraying the Lysol.
The next day I slept most of the day away still in a fetal position. Later that afternoon my husband called …
Sgt Narantic: You better? What do you want for dinner?
Barfy: Mark, Why don’t you just make me some really good runny eggs so I can throw up on you. I CAN’T EAT!
UGH! Is it just my husband?
And I will guarantee, while I was passed out on the bathroom floor that night, he probably sprayed me down with the Lysol.
So there I laid, trying to sleep and not think about being sick when I get a group text from my sisters and nieces. After their selfish chit chat, I said …
Umm hello I’m dying.
And what did my adult wicked stepsister #1 send?
And from the other adult wicked stepsister #2 …
Oh that’s funny! hahaha But this is funnier …
I am. I’m adopted.
Have a good day all … Love, Cinde-barfing-rella
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Is your tummy feeling better now Jody? How about some sunny side up eggs on cheesy grits for breakfast? (Your husband did not put me up to this, but I like the way he thinks.)
James, ugh. Stop that!!!
Mmmm… runny eggs with hash browns fried up in bacon grease. Oh yeah!
Sorry, just jumping on the bandwagon… my dad used to be the worst for that sort of thing, and maybe he’s passed a little of it on to me.
But seriously, hope you’re feeling better. Just reading about it made me feel a little nauseous. Had to run in the kitchen and whip up a tray of smoked oyster nachos to settle things back down.
Phillip, I guess I’ll get no sympathy from no one.
The man going on the defense with disinfectant really makes me laugh. Just curious, has Mr. Lysol come down with the flu yet? And btw, that second icon is one of my faves. It got used a lot this weekend, and I didn’t EVEN have the stomach flu. I hadn’t noticed the toilet one before. Hmmm…
No he does not have the flu. I was hoping to have a chance to discuss runny eggs while he was hugging the commode, though darn it.