Not For Da Faint Of Heart
Maybe it was a trigger for things to come but once Da Wife mentioned it, things started to happen.
We attended a baby 1st luau luncheon dis past Sunday and everything went good from da setup, to da company to da grindz, to da "refreshments". Since it was a close friends of Da Wife, we had "duties" to do from prepping da area, finishing up the desserts (had a huge dessert table), Da Wife and anoddah friend was checking in people and I got roped into being da photographer.
Well, on Tuesday Da Wife asked if Da Baby or I was sick and I questionably replied, "no... whhhhy?". She goes to say dat eight oddah people got sick (food poisoning). I told Da Wife, "it's a good thing we got some iron-clad stomachs huh?"
Spoke too soon cause as soon as I came home aftah practice, I felt queasy. Aftah giving Da Baby a bath, it started: chills, fever, bathroom, chills, fever, bathroom. Well, not in dat particular order and definitely more of da bathroom thing than any oddah.
Wassup Wit Dat!
It wasn't pretty and got to be pretty sore aftah awhile if you know wat I mean... and no ack like you don't know wat I mean.
Da Baby felt sick earlier in da day wen Da Wife asked if we were sick but da doctor said it was anoddah ear infection (geez, dat makes it like a thousand or so by now... WWD!) so we were just relieved dat it wasn't food poisoning for her as dat certainly wouldn't have been pleasant for any of us.
I called in sick Wednesday, which is rare as Haley's comet, but there's something about using your own bathroom dat trumped sucking it up and going to work.
So wat's worse, da flu or a stomach illness?