Stricken

This long Victoria Day weekend I was supposed to be in Wasaga Beach, having a good time visiting with my friend at her lovely riverside home. While I did get up there, and we had a very nice Saturday evening taking in dinner and a movie, my Sunday was a  nightmare. I started feeling queasy after breakfast and couldn’t get warm. I ached all over. I kept telling myself various stories – maybe it was something I ate, maybe it’s all in my mind, maybe it will pass….

Then my daughter Mizz J called to tell me how ill she was – possessing all of my symptoms PLUS more – and I knew I couldn’t live in denial any more. So, while the Tylenol was still enabling me to function, I packed up my overnight bag and made the 2 hour drive back home before I got even sicker. I had the heater going full blast; the sunshine streaming in through the car windows helped too.

When I pulled into my driveway, I texted both my friend and Mizz J that I had arrived home safely. Mizz J’s boyfriend came down to help me bring my stuff upstairs. Which I was so grateful for, because I found I had become as weak as a newborn kitten sometime during the drive home.

I took more Tylenol and crawled into bed, fully clothed, in an attempt to keep warm. Eventually I fell asleep. After several hours, I emerged for more drugs, and to see how Mizz J was faring. She was starting to feel better already, and told me that Dr. Google had diagnosed her as having the highly contagious Noro virus.

By 7:30pm  I was back in bed again, and slept for 12 hours.

I think I am over the worst of it now. But I will be laying quite low today, even though today’s weather looks to be fabulous.

Hope your weekend is waaaaaay better than mine!

Rock on,

The WB

32 thoughts on “Stricken

  1. oooo – I can’t *like* this post. What a terrible way to spend the long weekend 🤢 Even worse is when you aren’t at home. That had to have been the longest 2 hour drive, but thankfully you made it home safely.

    I am glad that both you and Mizz J are starting to feel somewhat better. It’s not an auspicious start to the summer, but it can only get better from here – right?

  2. Jean R.

    Those viruses going around are NASTY! I’m glad you are feeling better and I hope you’re remembering to increase your fluid intake.

  3. That sounds like a nightmare! I’m so glad you got home safely where you could climb into bed and sleep it off. I hope you feel much better today.

  4. Retirement Reflections

    I am so sorry to hear how sick you and your daughter were. I am glad that you made the drive back home safe and sound and are now feeling better. How frightening!

  5. Sorry to hear you have been sick Deb. I have heard that noro virus is a doozey. Best wishes for a speedy recovery and my your next weekend away more than make up for this past nightmarish one.

  6. I’m sorry to learn about your weekend. There’s very little worse than to have to make a long drive home while feeling like death warmed over. I’m glad you got home safely, and hope that you continue to improve. What a sucky thing to happen…

  7. Oh and you were so looking forward to your weekend. I’m so sorry, Deb.
    But I’m glad you headed home and made it safely. Nothing worse than feeling really ill at someone else’s house, even someone you’re close to. When sick, we want our own beds.
    I hope you’ll stay home however long it takes for the virus to fully run its course.
    Thinking of you.

  8. That sounds pretty scary! Glad to hear you are on the road to recovery and that it is not something too serious! Hope the friend you met did not get ill as well…..

    It is amazing how life can turn so quickly. One minute we are fine and the next, who knows? Sending you virtual chicken soup.

    Peta & Ben

    1. No, Mizz CJ did not get ill thankfully. Your virtual chicken soup is delish – thanks so much Peta and Ben! I’m still sick, only now the virus (if it’s the same one) has morphed into a head/chest cold.

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