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I was the Phantom of the Opera in Las Vegas when the Norovirus affected. I wanted to see the production for fifteen years and finally I was there. Can my disappointment when I had my room to walk out of the theater praying that I would have the strength to walk half a mile or so the road Mirage Hotel and through the massive building, the elevator and up to approx. And 'where I spent the rest of the way ... in my room!
I wondered how Icould have contracted the virus because I was so thoroughly wash your hands and keep them away from my mouth, and do all the other things that we were told to avoid getting sick. But because I was sick, the worst I can remember, and nobody to look after. My sister was there, but I did not want its exposure to the virus, so I told her not to come to me. I suffered alone and managed to take enough drugs to make the flight and the return trip fromKnoxville.
A week later, I rolled into bed and I saw the time on the bedside table. I jumped up wondering why my husband did not wake up before going to work. I had a wedding consultancy in thirty minutes, I was almost in a panic. I ran up the stairs, and once I got to the top feel "Oooohhh!" "LOOORDY ooooohhh. I ran down the hall to my husband to see the room, opened his arms on the pillow, writhing and moaning. "What iswrong? "I asked." I have food poisoning from chicken that you set last night. "I said," It's not food poisoning, you have the norovirus. I ate chicken and I'm fine. "" No, it's food poisoning, will not and will not go down. "He said. I told him I had to take his Winding down our bedroom, because she is a wife and mother in a few minutes and he could not down the hall to complain:" Oooohhh LOOORDY! "
AlthoughIt may seem that I have no pity, my readers will understand me well. A sick two years is easier to manage than a sore grew to manage male adults. There are exceptions to the rule, but for the most part, men feel that they should call 911 for a Hangnail. To be sure, the world is in reality just stop, that their needs can be met.
At each visit with a bride, my phone rang, and it would be Chuck. It was called from below."They're still there?" With the meanest voice he could muster, he asked. "Yes." I would like to respond calmly. "Bring me an ice cream on a stick?" "I crush some 'ice?" Would process requests . When women realize that my husband was ill, he would chuckle knowingly.
On the fourth day, I asked him to take a shower, but he told me it was too soon, and he was too weak. I wanted to say that he is stronger than he thought but did not smell anything.
E 'It was Thursday night, hit a week after the virus. The means of running a business, cleaning toilets, laundry, and numerous trips to the store for medicine, Gatorade, and other things that would be handy, stood up and announced he was going to take a shower, apply for a "baked Tater" because when it came out. I was so happy that he will feel better. I have a potato in the microwave and worked on the seven I had to bake cakes. Three were for the following day atLunch, so I was pretty desperate to find work, but baked, frosted and decorated.
How can a man on his way up a flight of stairs 03:15 watch, five meters away from the kitchen and ask his wife (who was working full time and takes care of her husband, and had just got to bed at about 03:00 watch the couch because the bed had contaminated the others said, the man, and had no time to crush disinfection) ice him, takes courage! But the wife,which remains nameless, pulled up, rolls over ice in a cloth, and proceeds to pound the ice with a meat mallet, the most dear husband can obtain relief from his thirst.
Friday morning, around 10:00 clock, I had to run the mixer is the third cake, which was scheduled for noon. My illness, but they feel better, the man went into the kitchen. "Can you give me some cookies ice cream?" He asked. "No, darling, I can 't do this cake, and requires that thepreheated oven inside if I can not give some wheat toast or a bagel. What would be better for you anyway as a cookie. "I was so friendly, whined" I can not eat nothin 'colorful!. I can 't believe me a biscuit frobuy.cheap.creative.zen.media.player-20" title="creative zen media player">zen. I'm in bed all mornin 'He sat waiting to wake up so you could do me a cookie frobuy.cheap.creative.zen.media.player-20" title="creative zen media player">zen. I do not know what's wrong with you. You have not cured my needs. You have less than 10 minutes spent with me in threeDays. I'm just a pause in the day! "For example," he continued. "Last night when you hold me tight tater in the oven, do not believe a word about me needin 'a drink!" Until then I had more or less it was. I mumbled something like, "I think you're just a big pity party."
I stopped the mixer and followed him down the stairs, he explained again why I could not bake cookies. "Greenwood sold biscuits market. Become get me?" He asked. "I take thePie in the oven, take a shower, and get a cookie. "I admitted.
He was obviously dying, because he just had the strength to tell me where his wallet was such that I have some money out of it. "It could go ... two cookies and a loaf of white bread?" He said. Five minutes later my phone rings. "Are you still there?" Where else could I be, I thought. "Broasted you throw in some of them taters?" He asked. It is not really necessary, but nowwant.
Yes, it was too weak to speak, but he could call his friends and tell them all about how sick he was. He called his brother-in-law and said it was easy to see if he was a pall bearer at his funeral!
I came home with a meal, and when I rushed up the stairs to the cake from the oven, added, "we must take the shell from which taters and comes on a plate. You also need to wash this leaves me while I was inShower. "
I ran down the stairs, pulled the bed and put the sheets in the washing machine. I hear a knock, knock, knocking on the ceiling. The thought occurred to me that he was really too weak to take a shower and that he had fallen or fainted. I flew up the stairs and into the bathroom. "Are you okay?" I was very worried. "What are you doing? FREEZE to death?" She screamed! It seems that the disc had cut in his hot water.
When I made the suggestionthat he might start doing some of these things for themselves, and as I run the virus without needing to have someone to help me, he was upset. "What do you want ... a medal?"
I finally got the bed can be sanitized and disinfected. Charles said he would sleep in the guest room so I sleep in our bed that night. I was looking forward to a glorious night and a restful sleep. I decided that one of the big dogs always sleep that night and stay with us. At three clockIn the morning the dog got sick all over the bed, so I had to strip the bed again! Cleaning, washing, disinfection.
It 'been ten days of Norovirus has made a visit to our house. Ten days of crushing ice, shopping for Gatorade, Immodium and pizza! Yes Pizza! Who gets a virus and wants pizza? I'm not naming names but his initials are Charles Archer. I returned home from church on Sunday, knowing that I have a little 'time to make a wedding cake for cake decorating class and had alsointricate flowers were there. I walked in the door, anxious to start my project. Carlo says: "I thought I wanted a pizza." The pizza could not get out of the pizzeria on the road, where we always buy pizza, but across town at Pizza Hut. When I told him I did not have time to go there to do it, he said that if I said that my time at the Food City stopped and bought him some Imodium, Gatorade, toilet paper, nachos, andCheese dip for the Super Bowl that night, the pizza was ready.
I jumped in the car and ran to the Food City. I bought the items on his list and a liter of milk for me. All I have slipped from the hands in the parking lot, breaking a liter of milk. I left them and went into the machine. I know my limits! When I got home, Charles said: "I thought you wanted to get some 'milk." I looked at him and told him I would have liked and did not have it done at home with me. Since it wasjoked another bag, he said, "It seems that this is not all that is set." His cheese dip was broken and it was more in the bag. He did not unzip the bag, but he put his box of Immodium cheese covered in the sink for cleaning for me!
It was Sunday night and the husband declared that he would sleep on Monday morning, but that he would go to work in the afternoon. For me, I whispered: "Praise to You Jesus!"
Monday came and went. We slept in the same bed that night.Tuesday morning, he turns and says: "Call the Doctor" Alarmed, I asked, "What's wrong?" He said I have bronchitis. "
I do not know if they see a real health and fitness point of this story, but I know that patience is a virtue and not have an ego in general, but I managed a lot of it during this process in our marriage.
My brother told me that the next time that Chuck was wrong to send a card to heal! I am filled with the publication of this my husbandPermit because he realizes his mistake and has become much more considerate of me when he is ill. care, in fact, after the legend, was excellent for me, while I was recovering from oral surgery. (He also wrote the previous sentence, and asked if I told you that he got sick later.)
I encourage you to follow to the letter all the things I've heard and read about how to avoid evil and how to avoid spreading disease. Wash your handsOften cover your nose when you sneeze, cover your mouth when you cough and staying home when ill. I strongly recommend buying a Gatorade Ice Crusher and supply for each case.
I'm definitely wash my hands often and well in accordance with the proposals for the stay. What is the cheap labor, and I washed my hands of this too!
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