The Virus

Well, it is finally nearing an end, at least in the Roberts' home. For over a week our family and friends have been passing around and stuggling through a horendous stomach virus. In the Roberts' home, it started with Zach "spitting" on Friday night, all night. Then he decided he would share it with his mother. Angie fortunately has the stomach of steel, so she neither "spit" nor had diarrhea, she just had a significant upset stomach and loss of appetite.

On Sunday night we thought everyone was starting to feel a little better. We were getting ready to settle everyone into bed and get some rest when Angie yelled out "He's throwing up." I thought she meant Zach, but no, it was Sam. The virus lived on and another sleepless night was on the way. I stayed home on Monday to tend to Angie and the kids.

Tuesday came and I continued to feel well. I felt confident that I had avoided the plaque. Angie wasn't so convinced. She was concerned I was going to catch this monster and end up in the ER as I had a couple times before. (I tend to get violently sick when stomach bugs hit). I drove to Paris to begin my day in the OR. Angie asked her mom to come and help with the kids so she could catch up on rest (found out this morning she is sick).

Around 2:30, while I was scrubed into a case, I began to feel faint and nauseated. After taking some jabs about being the student who's going to pass out in surgery, I stepped out and found the nearest bathroom. I'll spare you the details.Anyway I drove myself home and remained in bed until 11:00 the next morning. I took Phenergan, Immodium, and Tylenol every chance I could.

By Wednesday, I felt much better but still didn't have much of an appetite. Angie and the kids were doing fairly well. Then came Friday night. We thought it was over, then it reared it's ugly head once more. While driving home from the Bustrum's, Sam yacks all over himself while in his carseat. Fortunatly that was the one and only time for the evening.

Now it's Saturday. All is well...so far.