Unhappiness Is A Warm Lavatory Seat
Yes. The holiday has got off to a terrific start. Tom was sick and has produced copious diarrhea since Saturday morning. Karen, Ben and I came down with it yesterday evening. I was awoken at 10.30 last night to the splashing noises of Ben being sick over the side of his bunk bed.
It sounded like someone up-ending a rather large bowl of porridge.
It's uncanny that each time we've attempted to enjoy a holiday this year sickness has swept through the house like... well, like a plague, actually. Albeit a very geographically specific one. Is life trying to tell us something? I'm beginning to wonder.
Ben recovered very quickly and though Tom still has a "runny bum" (yes, that is the correct medical term) he's doing fine. Karen is still in bed having been hit the worst and I'm holding the fort like a gut cramping, sickie-burping soldier.
All plans for today are off.
This is not quite the start to the holiday that we had planned...
posted by Steve @ Monday, August 11, 2008
27 comments
27 Comments:
Aaaaahhh...so sorry you're all suffering....I remember those times from when my two were little...chin up (except when being sick!!)
Thanks for the chin-up, Deirdre... at least I know that things will get better. Eventually.
Happiness is a warm bum, though, or - hang on a minute - should that be gun?!!
Haha, I love that term "runny bum"! Some words are so descriptive eh? Hope all is settled soon, keep up the fluids! (Red wine cures most things....)
Well at least you are ill in the comfort of your own home.
Imagine if it had been in a wet mud bath of a field somewhere in the wilds of Wales!
Given the velocity that was being produced on Sunday TimeWarden, I'd say there was very little difference between the two...!
Thanks for the advice, Amanda, glad to say that things are beginning to look a little more solid this morning...
Ally, that's my thoughts exactly. We've been checking the weather reports for Wales quite regularly and it's been a great comfort to know we made the right decision. The weather is bad enough here in the Midlands without being stuck in the middle of a cow field with a rising water table...!
I'm impressed you are able to carry on blogging amidst the sea of vomit (and other things).
You make it sounds as if you are all crewing on a Tall Ship challenge!
Never seen one of those Laura but I've a feeling I could walk it after the last couple of days...!
I don't know what to say old bum, I mean chum. It sounds as though you're over the worst. By the end of the week you'll be fighting fit hopefully.
I hope so Annie... the plan is to be as fit as a fiddle (ever seen a sick one?) as opposed to sick as a dog. Unless it's a butcher's dog of course...
Too... much... information...
I'll be uploading the photos tomorrow, Rol...
Dare I ask what things were looking a bit more solid in the morning? (snigger)
I'll be uploading the photos tomorrow, Amanda... (not really)! ;-)
Bunks and vomiting do not make for happy bedmates. Many years ago, realising she was about to up-chuck, my sister in the top bunk cried 'Look out!'
I, in the bottom bunk, did.
Oh dear, brother T, so you got an eyeful of stomach-lining trifle...? Not good...!
steve...you just need to readjust...it's an adventure now...no plans just fly by the seat of your pants...look up a couple of things online or ask someone for some little things you can do, it doesn't have to be much just enough to get a smile...and believe me when i say, a smile on the face of the ones you love is worth more than a day full of okay stuff that everyone else thinks is good...
oh gosh, so sorry....all I can say is even diarrhoea has an end to it eventually
Oh poor you lot! Hope it all gets better soon and the rain eases up so the kids can chuck up outdoors instead.
Poor you!! What a pain...erm....in the arse? (!)
Hope you and your nearest and dearest get well soon. And I will look out for you near the British Museum...
Thanks Emma... things do seem to be petering out now...!
Thanks Nora, not sure the garden can take another deluge (of any kind)!
Hi OC, the furthest afield we've managed to get so far is Rugby Museum! Not quite British Museum standard (but good all the same)!
Hmmmm... I think kids get diarrhoea and colds a lot... ah well... ;-) hope you're all better now... :-)
Oh, and happy belated birthday :-)
Thank you, Eve!
You are without a doubt the unluckiest guy I (don't really) know!
Or the luckiest - at least it wasn't dysentry or typhoid or scabies...!
One must count one's blessings.
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