Wednesday, December 07, 2016

Not-So-Friendly Skies

Anna came home from her semester abroad on Friday. We were looking forward to seeing her and hearing all about her adventures (yes, we do know how to communicate via the Internet, but it is more fun to hear it in person), and see what fun presents she brought us.

Instead, she arrived home and slept for 6 straight hours. Seems that she spent the flight from Amman to Paris puking her guts out. She texted me from Paris, and I spent the rest of her trip praying that she had food poisoning and not some hitherto unknown-to-these-shores stomach virus, which would then rampage through our family and ripple outward, felling half the country.

Patient Zero* just doesn't look good on a resume, you know?

NOT a fun place to be sick

So yeah, she's home (and, no, I didn't hug her when she walked in the door, so sue me) and seems to have gradually recovered, but I woke up at 5:30 this morning with stabbing pains in my stomach and haven't been able to eat all day. So the Patient Zero scenario is still a possibility.

And I'll have you know that, despite my desperate condition, I persisted in cleaning the bathroom today. Scrubbed the tub and everything. Why? Because I'm a mom. I hope that in my next life (we DO get another one, right?), I remember to have a job that gives sick days.

Last I checked, Susie's lunch consisted solely of tater tots. I ordered pizza for dinner (Larry picked it up). I bitched at everyone to put their plates in the dishwasher. I napped. Anna drove Brian to work. We all managed. Still, I've lost valuable knitting time and the rest of the house is a mess.

Not the bathroom, though - the bathroom GLEAMS.

*Word to the wise - DO NOT Google images for "Patient Zero." I'm gonna have nightmares.

[Airplane image: Panda Clipart]


  1. Oh jeez. It's just scarier when it comes from another country. My daughter came home from Madagascar with a cold, and I was positive it was tuberculosis. Her Dr. talked me down from getting her tested and she was perfectly fine the next day.

    1. That totally would have been my reaction, too!

  2. I understand why you cleaned the bathroom. I mean, who wants to vomit in a dirty bathroom? Not me!
    Hope you feel better soon -- and that Anna had a great semester with stories to keep you all happily entertained.

  3. Your poor daughter. That must have been horrible for her. Let's hope no one else gets it and you have a wonderful Christmas!

  4. The first thing I do when anything "sick" comes home is get the bathroom sparkly clean. A small but necessary comfort, if one must get up close and personal with the toilet. I can't imagine being sick in an airline toilet! Poor Anna (and poor other passengers! They're doomed.) We're bouncing around two separate illnesses right now...

  5. "Patient Zero* just doesn't look good on a resume, you know?" This line. Perfection!

    Hope you are both feeling better soon.

  6. It is just horrible to get sick while traveling. And I hope you didn't catch whatever it was!

    I think I bitch every day at my people to put their plates in the dishwasher. I do not understand why this is so hard to do. Except I never did it when I was a teenager.

  7. I hope your daughter is feeling better! It's so easy to pick up a nasty virus while traveling. My daughter threw up over thirty times on her flight from Amsterdam to her study abroad in Cape Town. She had to get IV fluids on the plane (another passenger was a doctor and started the IV) and she spent her first day in South Africa in the hospital.

  8. I am crossing fingers that it is viral. Poor girl. How terrible to feel that sick en route to home. So uncomfortable to feel punky in public places anyway, let alone a plane.