Funny thing about Emily's bout with stomach flu last week -- the doctor told me that the incubation period could be as long as ten days, so Misty or I could get sick more than a week later. He just had to be right, didn't he.
Friday evening, Misty came down with the same thing Emily had and was a wreck throughout Saturday. Sunday morning, I had the honor of catching the bug, and I spent the day throwing up repeatedly. For some reason, the actual vomiting never really bothers me; it's the queasiness that does me in. When there was nothing left inside of me to pour out, I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach and pushed me down a flight of stairs.
Emily's diarrhea has continued throughout the week (again, just as the doctor predicted), so yesterday I took her along to CVS to try to find some dietary supplement called Culturelle. While scanning what I thought was the appropriate aisle, Emily grabbed a box and held it up saying, "Here, Daddy, is this it?"
"No, you do not need an enema," I told her as I put the box back on the shelf.