Gastro

The last 2 days have been absolute crap, pun intended.

Thursday morning I was feeling fine. The kids were having a great time at playgroup, running around and being monsters - We've had so much rain lately that I think they were expending all there pent up energy! We headed home and Xav had a snooze and Grace played in the lounge quietly whilst I browsed some sites on the internet.

My stomach was starting to churn a little, but nothing too bad. After the kids woke up we headed to the CHN for Grace's 3 y/o check (more on that in another entry), then to Robina TC for a look around. I was still feeling ok, just a bit off and a tight knot of something developing in my tummy.

Grace was tired as she had gone 3 days without a day sleep, that combined with the early morning of 6am convinced her to put on one of her best meltdown performances ever. She was screaming and totally inconsolable, no amount of talking to her was going to calm her down or snap her out of it. So I sat on the floor of Kmart, hugging her and reminding her to take deep breaths. Finally she calmed down and then in the next instant she was back to being my polite, happy little girl. The only other time that I have seen her so irrational was the Tantrum we had walking back from the park last month, but this time we both handled it better. Last time if I let her go it could have been dangerous and I also had Xav that I had to contain, but this time Xav was contained in the pram so I could give her my full attention.

Anyway, I was still feeling a little quessy so we headed home. I got inside and noticed a few black things on the door of the pantry. I opened it up and there were a gazillion more little black things, and they were moving. ANTS!!! Dammit, I hate the little suckers. Getting into every nook and cranny, invading the inside of the honey jar and wedging themselves up into the lid crevices of everything. Hate them.

We had a problem with them a few months ago, got the pest guy out who found a nest behind the pantry. He got rid of them for us, but seems the little critters are back - along with all their bloody relatives and friends. I slammed the cupboard shut and may or may not have uttered the "F" word. Did I mention I hated ants? Anyway straight onto the phone to Mr "I will guarantee the aants will be gone forever" and demanded that he come back and kill them. All's good and he is coming back tomorrow. Although he has asked that I refrain from wacking each and every one of them over the head, seems he wants to find where they are coming from and would prefer a live trail, not just a trail of squashed black dots. It's a hard ask though, they are everywhere and I can't even stand looking at them as they scatter around.

So my tummy is still churning, but not enough to turn me off making seafood marinara for dinner. It was so yummy, full of prawns, fish, calamari and salmon. Didn't taste too good on the way out though.

About 8pm my stomach was feeling heavy and a bit strange so I headed to bed. I read a bit, tossed and turned but just couldn't relax enough to sleep. About 10.30 I made the first of a million trips to the toilet. I'd just get back into bed and the dreaded feeling would return and I would be rushing to the toilet again. It wasn't until about 3am that I actually starting spewing though, wouldn't have been too bad if it was just diarrohea - I hate, hate spewing. I hate the feeling, I hate the after taste, I hate spewing up bile and I hate having to pick the spewy bits out of my wisdom tooth hole. Just gross. Spewing would have to be high on my list of hated things. Even above ants.

As nice as it is to just be able to spew and flush, I just can't spew into the toilet. So I chucked in the laundry sink, with the water running and the lights out so I didn't have to look at the mess. In true gastro style there were times when both ends where demanding to be emptied at the same time, so a bucket was necessary. Very attractive.

Duane ask if I wanted him to take the day off work. Having Friday off is not a good look, so I sent him on his way and said that I'd call if I needed him to come home. I thought that I'd be ok and just laze around whilst the kids watch TV. Well seems that there was still plenty left in me that wanted to come out.

Xav woke around 6am (he hasn't woken this early for ages). So he's crying from his cot and yelling out for me, in between spews I'm telling him that I'll be in soon. I was so weak and exhausted, that the thought of doing anything but passing out was beyond me. So I called the MIL to come help out for a few hours.

Grace was suppossed to have her last day at old CC, but I was in no way able to drive her there. She probably conspired for this to happen anyway, she'd been saying all week that she wasn't going! Anyway the mil turned up, I was laying pitifully on the couch whilst the kids were running around eating milk arrowroots for breakfast, cause that's all that Grace could reach out of the cupboard. I really didn't give a damn though, they could have been eating anything and I wouldn't have cared. I handed over the reigns to Wendy then went to bed.

Grace was being an absolute sweetheart, coming up and asking if I was getting better and if there was anything that she could get me. I asked her for a cuddle, but she said no she didn't want to get too close cause I smelt like poo and looked funny. I probably did, but having a shower would have required energy that I didn't have. So I layed around a little longer in my grossness.

So the Mil fed them and amused them for a few hours then had to head off. Xav went to bed and Grace and I hung out in my room with the aircon going. Duane came home at 2pm, and I spent the rest of the afternoon asleep. I didn't eat at all during the day, but come dinner time I was starting to get hungry. There was nothing in the house that even tempted me, so I sent Duane out for chicken noodle soup and plain white bread - gosh I can't even remember the last time I ate white bread, but something about eating grainy bread wasn't appealing to me. He came back with creamy chicken noodle soup, I just wanted plain cambells chicken noodle soup. Anway, I ate a piece of the bread dunked in the soup and called it a night.

I'm nearly back to feeling 100% today. Just a bit weak and tired, but all in all ok. I just hope that whatever it was doesn't get passed around. Xav did wake this morning with a poo in his nappy, very unusual for him. His penis was really red and swollen, if it doesn't get better with his cream I'll have to take him back to the Dr. He keeps on touching it and saying "Owwies", the end looks so painful. Because he was born with the foreskin already retracted, I have to make sure that it is cleaned properly. We do do this, so I'm not sure why he keeps getting little infections. He does seem to have an excessive amount of foreskin, but the surgeon assured me that it all looked fine and no surgery was necessary. I'm not really sure what else we can do.

Duane's at golf, so I'm spending the morning cleaning up this horrid house. I can't seem to keep up with it at the moment, I am constantly cleaning and tidying but you would never tell. The washing is all backed up because of the all the rain we have had lately. We have been having lots of hot day too, just seems the rain likes to start when I am driving home and can't get there quick enough to get the clothes off the line. I dislike using the dryer for a bunch of reasons, but might have to suck it up as I am on to my "comfy" undies and the kids are running out of clothes.