Ryan ryan_beaches did not get the flu from me. He did not! (Well, maybe he did.)

Remember how I was a bit under the weather last week? Well, so was Ryan. Just slightly. Though it most certainly did not slow him down for a second, especially regarding work!

Come Friday night...

He complained of a tummy ache. (Well, perhaps not in those words. I've got a two-year-old, you know. Ha!)

Then in the middle of the night I notice his forehead is hotter than hell. He was burning up! But cad that I am, I dropped back off to sleep without giving it much thought. (But allow me to mention that he often seems to run low-grade temperatures without the slightest problem. He's quite the furnace some days...)



Saturday morning I awake and find Ryan snuggled down on the sofa in the TV room. He's miserable. Been up while I was fast asleep -- and he's quite sick as hell.

No, he fortunately did not have that 'projectile vomitting' that's going around. (Several people at work have been out with that. Or out because a loved-one had it and needed aid. It's ghastly!)

He did have the runs, though. It took a bit for him to get over the worst of it, too.



Next thing you know, P.J. pj_grey is down. Then the baby girl, too!

Nanny Jane was away. And fortunately enough, 'Nanny' Harry (our au pair) was fine. (I'm watching him, though, as he seems tired. Being ghastly tired seems to be one of the symptoms of this flu -- especially early on.)

I think P.J. got the worst of it, frankly. Though both Ryan and Caitlin were miserable, too. Body aches and runs and headache and so on. My poor little family!

Interestingly enough, as sick as they were we had some nice moments!

We watched several movies and shows on TV. P.J. was able to sit up a bit and play his game on the computer (which he's doing right now, by the way).

Caitlin had no trouble at all getting whatever she wanted. I felt so bad to see her sick that I let her have 'ki ki' (cheesecake) and ice cream and the lot. (I was glad to see her eating, after all!)

I poured Gatorade down the little one and tried to get both P.J. and Ryan to drink more. (TMI: Do you know what a bad sign it is when someone pees and it's dark yellow and cloudy? And there's barely any pee at all because of dehydration!) It felt like pulling teeth at times.

Speaking of pulling teeth, P.J. had that 'sore teeth' thing going on. I'd have been more concerned if the exact same thing hadn't happened to me last week one day!

I'd wondered if I was getting a tooth ache, frankly. But it passed and I (of course) forgot all about it.

Until P.J. mentioned that his teeth hurt! Then I knew he was having the same thing.

Poor boy. I think that might have been some of the worst pain he had. It lasted around ten hours and was bloody horrid. Then he slept and had nightmares about his teeth breaking off.

(As an aside, Ryan and I were lying talking in bed last night and Ryan mentioned how fascinated he is by P.J.'s incredible imagination! The boy has these detailed and interesting dreams/nightmares and always tells us them. Quite the story-teller, that one! Ryan said he thinks P.J. will be a writer for certain.)

Well, we all survived the weekend quite nicely...

Ryan went to work (of course), but I kept P.J. home today. (Yes, I'm here, too.)

The little girl is well enough to be playing quietly with Harry.

Nanny Jane gets home tomorrow.

Well, I'm going to try and tackle some work here at home, so I'm off.

I hope my LJ friends are all in good health! (And that you all had good weekends.)

Cheers!