2:00 am Saturday morning: Fenner begins to throw up the remains of a chicken dumpling and her avocado sushi roll from dinner. Is in such good humour I think that it must have been bad chicken.
8:30 am Saturday morning: The vomiting has stopped but Mt Poosuvius has erupted and looks much like the foam on a cappuchino and smells like Ashbridges Bay up close and personal. Her humour is still impeccable and is showing no signs of feeling sick at all.
J goes to rehearsal and I go to the Lettuce Knit Dye Studio - have made pretty colours (original post for tonight)
10:00 pm Saturday: J is doing a show so Fenner and I hunker down in bed - I have my laptop, knitting, book and am looking forward to a night of chillaxing in bed. Fenner is a bit restless before power puking all over the bed. Is no longer in good humour and I manage to change the bed one handed only stepping in barfy sheets 3 times.
10:00pm through to 11:00am Sunday: Mt Poosuvius continues it's reign of terror over our lives.
2:00 pm Sunday: After waking up from a coma like nap we go for a walk in order to prevent committing deeds previously thought to be impossible.
6:00 pm - 6:08 pm: J goes from looking like a human being to being the same colour shade of something Linda Blair produced.
8:30 pm: I experience the complete romance of listeneing to Jason violently tossing his cookies over the baby monitor-I feel overwhelming relief that it is into the toilet that he is tossing them.
10:00pm: Fenner throws up again out of left field just to keep us on our toes. Onto the last set of clean sheets and me.
10:15 pm: Jason tries to help me change the bed and proceeds to make himself sick again - though he only stepped in the barfy sheets once.
10:30 pm: I bring my laptop to bed with me and the sickos to try and get work done...the sneaking suspicion that I have about 3 hours left before my festering flu rears it's head.
Tick tock tick tock.