There will be no wild rice soup on Christmas Eve, no Swedish meatballs either.
There will be pedialyte and saltines.
Did the Norwalk virus strike us because I was paranoid or did I have good reason to be paranoid? Either way, it's no fun for my little boy who can't even keep water down at the moment. I can't decide if I'm sick or not. I'm tired & I have that sort of second-hand sympathy queasiness that comes from seeing someone else repeatedly throw up.
I must be careful not to eat anything I truly love these days, because if I do get sick, that particular food will then be associated with nausea and I'll never be able to eat it again. I have ruined both hummus and crepes in this way. It makes me ill just to think of either of them.
On second thought, perhaps I should eat donuts & chocolate covered peanuts, because it would be a good diet tactic never to be tempted by these things again.
9:51:37 AM 
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