The girls were all snuggled asleep in bed. Marc and I watched, Survivor, American Idol and Celebrity Apprentice...all in about 2 hours...LOVE THAT DVR OPTION. It was time to turn out the lights when Marc innocently said, "I have a gut ache." -Hmmm...that's too bad...ZZZzzzz. And I was fast asleep.
Just like with the beloved DVR, we now fast forward to 6 am. I awake to the sound of the shower running. This is NOT common . Marc usually has to be prodded out of bed. Not today. He informed me that he hadn't slept at all. His stomach hurt too bad. He then threw - up. Hmmm...that's too bad...see ya...and I was off to work.
It was at that point that I diagnosed him as being Man Sick. You know, I am a man, and I am sick! I was quite tickled with my ability to make lots of women laugh with me as I described the situation. -Let's see...um, his tummy hurts, he threw up...and yeah...it had hurt for about 12 hours when he went to the doctor. -Not quite up to par with labor yet(3 babies)...or kidney stones (which I've also had 3 times.)...or appendicitis...or thyroidectomy. Hmmm...too bad I decided on teaching instead of becoming a nurse...I'm quite sympathetic.
Now I am going to fast forward to tonight...It is Sunday. He has now thrown up 6 times. He's slept the vast majority of the weekend. No, I haven't rubbed his tummy...I've stayed clear. Heaven knows I don't want what he has...I have way too much going on this week to catch this Man Sick disease. I do hope he feels better soon!
Penny Thought: I'll be eating an apple a day because I am going to be one SORRY momma if I do get this and it is really as bad as he's made it out to be!