Story of a family of 12, who live in an historic home in a small town, and try to adhere to the philosophy "Blessed are the flexible for we shall not be bent out of shape."
All of Us
Monday, October 31, 2005
I know you all were waiting with baited breath to hear what happened next in our illness saga. I awoke this morning feeling extremely tired and kind of strange, and soon had full-blown malaise: nausea, extreme bodyaches, killer headache. I didn't actually barf, although I might have felt better if I had. As for that macho older son, he returned from his soccer game feeling much worse, having won the game but succumbed to the illness. And 10 year L., who had spent yesterday being righteous, complaining how inconvenient it was to have sick family members, and that the house was contaminated and he had nowhere to sit that wasn't contaminated, was (perhaps rightfully) stricken down this morning also. I felt genuinely bad for him that he had to miss his school Halloween party as well as trick or treating. D. had to work late, and I was too sick to take them trick or treating, but only J. and I. were really well enough to go, so they went with some of J's friends.