Back From Gastrointestinal Hell

Masie had what Frank calls the "upsie gutsies" for a couple of days. Heath and I carried her throughout the house where she dutifully threw up, christening each room in its proper turn. We stripped sheets numerous times and took turns holding her. Poor thing! She was so miserable. Finally, she started to feel better, and I was only vaguely aware of the burning pain growing in my own belly.

To make a long, gruesome story short and benign: I got an even more virulent form of the bug and felt like I was going to die. But, like with most things in life, it got better. Today, I feel so much better. I think Heath may be on his way, though, and Kat is at home sick with the same thing. Anyone care to come and visit???!!!!

Not much energy, so I will go... Stay well!