I'm sick. I'm full blown throwing up, achy bones, exhausted sick.
I've spent the day sleeping at my parent's house while they take care of Frances. I hate that this is happening - I'll have to wait a full 24 hours after I don't have any symptoms before I can go back to visit Gord. This is killing me.
His mom went today & had only good things to report - speaking in full sentences to people, asking for candy (and was told he could have jellybeans cut in half), and was even given the go-ahead for plain mashed potatoes, which a friend hopped on the case of & made some for him. The next time we heard from Arlene, it was to say that she, too was sick & throwing up. I guess we got the same thing & the only person I can think of that we caught it from is about 18lbs, has blonde hair & blue eyes. Frankie is just coming out of being sick - my guess is that I caught it from her. I pray that I have not passed this onto Gord in some way.
On the bright side, I have slept for about 10 hours today & am just gearing up to go back to bed. This is the most sleep I've had in 8 months.