Man, oh man! We were a house of sick puppies over the weekend. We started with a fun outing at Reed’s Bay, followed by an afternoon visit to the grocery store and dinner at home.
I share the water picture because there are no photos of what happened next. In a nutshell, it went like this: we prepared and ate dinner around 8 pm and by 3 am, two of us woke simultaneously and sprinted for the bathroom. (Thankfully this is a two-bathroom house.) Over the next 24 hours, 3 out of 4 of us became violently ill, the 4th catching up a few hours later. We spent the day in bed, ingesting nothing but ginger ale.
Today it seemed like we were all feeling better, although weak and worn. After a day of no food, this pumpkin ginger soup tasted like “nutrient heaven”.
All in all, we’re thankful to be on this side of it and feeling better again. It’s easy once in a while to take health for granted, even after all I’ve been through. But a few hours of not-such-great health is a big reminder of how fragile wellness can be. Back on track with self care. Indeed, it is a privilege.