What an unbelievable weekend…. I just couldn't not post this.
Friday night – Neil started feeling funky. He and Will went to bed early and during the night he had the cold sweats, achey and headache woke up with a 102 temp.
Saturday morning – Will and I evacuate the house and head to my parents in the hopes that Will doesn’t get sick, even though Will and Neil had spent some serious time cuddling in bed.
Saturday afternoon – spent on the phone trying to get Will a prescription for TamiFlu. Neil goes to the ol’ Doc in a Box and is diagnosed with walking pneumonia. Gets a zpack. All that calling around for TamiFlu was pointless, but I’m glad we did it.
Sunday - Neil is still sick, temps ranging from 99.9 – 102.
Monday morning – Neil still has a temp. Then, I start throwing up among other things. Then my dad starts, then we hear from my sister that my nephew starts, then my sister starts.
I’m so pathetically sick that I can’t even drive us home Monday night. Plus, we were worried that Will was eventually going to get the stomach bug or Neil’s walking pneumonia so we called in for reinforcements from San Antonio. Neil’s parents drove from SA to The Woodlands in Labor Day weekend traffic, picked me and Will up, got us home and all of us in bed. Barf bags are kept handy.
Tuesday – Neil wakes up temp free; I’m not barfing anymore, but still am really weak. My mother in law gets Will fed, dressed and to school meanwhile Neil and I are slowly starting to feel better. I keep down some soup and crackers.
We’re still on the mend over here, but by some weird twist of luck/fate Will hasn’t gotten sick. I am just so in shock. Knock on wood. He has some green snot, but that I can handle. What Neil and I have had is just not good.
So, please pray that our little bud manages to keep the germs away. I don’t know what we would have done without our parents these past few days.