Attack Of The Creepin' Crud

How is it that a kid can go from jumping off the couch one day to puking their guts out the next? I can usually tell when I'm getting sick. I feel off. I want to sleep. I'll say to myself, "Hey, I think I'm getting sick". And I'm right 99% of the time.

My son was the picture of health yesterday. Full of energy, ate like a champ, Mr. Happy Go Lucky. This morning he woke up at 6:15 am running into the bathroom saying "I'm not going to throw up, I'm not going to throw up." And he didn't. At first. First it was just a stomach ache. That led to throwing up at 7:30 am, which continued all morning with the happy addition of diarrhea at about noon. Yay.

For those of you who don't know me all that well, I was a medical assistant before I had the Prince. I've worked for specialists and family practice. I know my son has a virus. I know it just has to run it's course. I know to give little teaspoons of Gatorade and when he stops throwing up to do the BRAT diet. I know this. It's advice I've given out to hysterical mothers who call demanding an appointment because oh my God my kid is puking all over the place! But then you start thinking. And you start worrying. And you think, I gave my kid peanut butter on his crackers yesterday, what if it's salmonella? (Never mind that you've been using this jar of peanut butter for like months and no one has gotten sick off of it before.) And then you think, what if I don't call the doctor and he dies in the middle of the night because I dismissed his symptoms as a virus and it was really something horrible with a Latin name two miles long? So what do I do? I called the doctor and we went this afternoon. I paid my $25 co-pay to have the doctor tell me what I already knew. Stomach virus. It just has to run it's course. Thanks.

I don't have any skin left on my hands because I've washed them about a million times today hoping to ward off the inevitable. I betcha I'll be sick by the weekend.