We Are Our Own Medical Soap Opera

So while the toddler was sick, the hubby was walking around like an old man. Turns out, he broke his rib playing hockey the week before. Since he was complaining about being short of breath, I forced him to go get an x-ray.

Meanwhile, the mentally ill relative that lives with us when the rest of their family can't stand them, caught the bug the toddler had. Which is bad as they have underlying medical issues and are vulnerable.

We are holding on, though, by the skin of our teeth. Everyone is drinking pedialyte now.

I am slowly getting my energy back. I am still puzzled about why I was so adrenal, but do have a working theory.

I worked out rather hard about two days before the toddler got sick. Not a problem in of itself, but I was rather sore and strained and then you add in zero sleep the night she was sick and I think the two converged into a wave of suck.

I may also be fighting a respiratory bug. I just feel under the weather but there's no real obvious reason why.

I do think that food poisoning was the same bug that struck the toddler, so I think I'm safe. So glad there's a silver lining on this one!