Saturday morning I woke up with a fever and a horrible rumbling in my tumbling. When Char woke up a couple hours later, she had similar symptoms. We were both out of it for most of the day, and my parents had to come over to help us out for a little while while we recovered.

Monday night on our way back from Chatham, Kaylin was the next to fall to the bug, and we’ve spent the last couple of days battling the bugs.

It came on suddenly, neither of us felt bad on Friday night, but by Saturday we were lethargic, and mostly out of it. Sunday was a little better, although we still had stomach problems.

Monday Charlene said she was pretty much recovered. After sleeping for about 20 hours, I felt a lot better, but I had some serious acid reflux and a load of gas. We got through dinner with Char’s parents and I started feeling worse. Kaylin was complaining about her belly (although it sounded more like “beddy”), and after the marathon gift opening session, we headed home to London from Chatham. About 30 minutes outside of Chatham, Kaylin vomited in the car. Char was driving, so I tried to catch, and almost lost my cookies too (I was already feeling woozy). We pulled over and got her cleaned up as best we could, and got her home.

The poor little bean had a fever for Christmas day and was pretty lethargic. She got up around 8, opened a couple of gifts, but left most of them under the tree and then had a four hour nap!

When she got up (in much better spirits), we took her over to my folks’ place for Christmas there. I still felt lousy and didn’t eat much (side benefit of being sick over the holidays is that it’s its own built in weight control plan).

Then it was more presents. Kaylin was so adorable. She was kind of tired of opening gifts (she didn’t open all of her gifts until mid-Boxing Day). At one point when she turned around and saw four gifts on the floor ready for her to open she said “Are you joking me?” totally clearly. She had the room in stitches.

We got her home late and she got to bed. Today she was much better, though still a little out of sorts, and after her nap she was golden.

It sucks being sick any time of the year, but it sucks even more over the holidays.

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