Saturday morning, Sweetie came home early from a sleep-over party with vomiting & diarrhea. She was feeling better by early afternoon so I began to think that is was perhaps an allergy (celiac's) rather than the flu. However, Buddy woke up around 11 p.m. Sunday night with the same symptoms so I knew then that it was bound to catch me, too. Within a few hours, I was down for the count.
I honestly don't recall ever having been so sick. DH said, "You look like death warmed over." Thankfully, he stayed home to watch the kiddos because there was nothing I could do. I had to lay down all day... if I stood up, I got dizzy and nauseous. By the early evening, my body ached terribly - I couldn't get comfortable - my back hurt so much I was in tears. I have a pretty high tolerance for pain and this really knocked me down. I took a few ibuprofen and thankfully was able to get to sleep. I slept until about 7 this morning.
I was nervous to stand up but fortunately only a tiny bit of dizziness that subsided quickly. I walked around, picked up a few things. I made breakfast. I actually felt normal so I decided to go to Masters like usual. Fortunately, it was an easy day...
400m warm-up (I arrived a little late)
6 x 50m backstroke drill w/ paddles
4 x 200m freestyle