This Christmas season has been full. Full of joyous occasions of being with family, candlelit services filled with the sweet and harmonious sounds of children singing Happy Birthday Jesus, great times cooking enormahuge Smithfield hams and opening presents with the ones I love dearly, and nights and daytimes threaded with bouts of vomiting and diarrhea.
Joyful, joyful we adore thee, God of glory, Lord of love; ::blink:: what? Oh, the vomiting and diarrhea?
Yeah, that was a special treat just for me, hidden deep in my stocking the gift that keeps on giving. An intestinal or gastrointestinal siege of terrifying proportions.
Christmas night at my parents house I got up at a little after midnight and, Ut oh. I was up all night yall. Merry ChristmaUUUUUaaaaahhhhgggggg-GGrghhha!
I think I may have even seen my spleen.
Monday afternoon was more of the same. Did I mention that my folks live oh, a good two and a half hours away? Three or four with Christmas traffic.
Siiiilent niiiiight, hooooly niURRRRGGahhhhhh-Huuuah-t.
I had my first solid food a banana on Wednesday afternoon. Its what? Friday? And yes I am still on the BRAT diet bananas (B-A-N-A-N-A-S this shit is bananas), rice, applesauce and toast.
Judas Priest.