I went in to the office yesterday and felt good. Thought I'd escape this sickness. Marty called at 4:30 and said we might need to take Zeke to Children's Hosp. He wasn't taking food or liquid and was listless. I came home, we planned a way to get Marty and Zeke to the hosp, and then he started eating and drinking. About this time, I started having diarrhea. Zeke got better, I got worse. I visited the bathroom every 20 minutes from 6 to midnight, then every 40 minutes until 3am. Then came stomach pains like I've never known. Started throwing up at 3am. AFTERWARD, it felt so good.
Diarrhea every 40 minutes until 5am. Stomach aches again but no throw up.
I'm up now, and have drank a full glass of ice water (forget peace on earth, ice water is all I wanted last night).
Levi is still pretty listless, Marty is tired but felling much better, Emma work up this morning and said she was starving and ate a bowl of cereal. I'm gong to stick with liquids for most of the day.
It's so nice to feel good.