Day Five Hundred and Thirty-Four

The Stomach Flu

When you haven't eaten in 3 days, your brain is mush, and your body aches all over, I'm not about to watch Day Four go by without any answers. Nope. Not this wife. Can I get an AMEN to that?! Gosh. What is it about men and their "I'm fine" mentality. Look, you're not fine! You've lost all the weight that I've spent months packing on...and so...to the doctor we go. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. PUT ON YOUR SHOES, WE'RE LEAVING!

All that huff and puff for the doctor to tell us, "Adam has gastroenteritis. Basically, the stomach flu. There is no medicine for it. No prescription to give. It's a virus that eventually goes away...you just have to wait it out. In the meantime, drink as much Gatorade as possible."

UUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!

That is not what I wanted to hear! He's consumed impossible amounts of Gatorade in the last 4 days and he's still sick! Oh, how I wish he could just take some meds to get rid of this stinkin thing. I hate when my boy feels bad. Breaks my heart.

(I thought this was funny though...I've never heard of it, but Adam was also instructed to stick to the BRAT diet: bananas, rice, applesauce, toast. Haha.)

Hey Washington, ever seen this outside your back door??! HAHAHA...cracks me up!

WE LOVE FLORIDA!!!