It started Saturday after lunch. My stomach began to hurt a bit. By dinner time my stomach was burning and I had no appetite. I chalked it up to gastroparesis. Until I woke at 1 in the morning with my stomach churning.
It came in waves for 24 hours. The pain in my joints was unbearable. All I could do was kick my legs around, tearing the sheets off the bed while I held my stomach.
I remember bits and pieces of the last two days. My daughter brought in naproxen and ginger ale. She said I looked horrible, and then she said she was scared.
I’m upright for the first time in two days. I’m tired. I’m weak and my stomach is weaker. But darn it all, I still made the deadline for the WWFC daily writing challenge with today’s prompt, “And then she said.”
WITH the stomach flu.
BAM. (anyone have any homemade chicken soup? …. whimper…)
