Catching Flu From Grandsons

The night of Thanksgiving, I got up to pee and found my daughter spread out on my bathroom floor, lying on towels and covered in a blanket. She didn’t say a word.  I felt quite confused – had she and her husband had a fight, and if they had, what was she doing on my bathroom floor? I stepped over her, did what I needed to do, still half asleep, and realized as I was climbing back into my grandson’s loft bed, that she must have been sick. I climbed back down to see if there was anything I could do; she moaned her ‘no’ and I climbed back up.  Only in the morning did I learn that my younger grandson had thrown up all over her and their bed during the night.  They were both sick all day; the rest of us went to an Italian restaurant that I really like for dinner, and I left the next day.  I felt both relieved to be leaving the sick house, and guilty that I had no idea how to help.  By Sunday, my stomach was killing me, and I realized what my daughter had meant  by it hurting high up.  I didn’t throw up, which took an iron will as well as an extreme aversion to vomiting, but I am only now feeling like a normal human being. It has taken me longer to get this thing out of my system than it did either of them, which is very annoying.  I did worry that something else was wrong with me, something serious, because it has taken the entire week for me to feel better, but I’m fine and there isn’t.  I find it’s hard not to have those thoughts, which I never have before, due to my age.  Something else to work on, since thinking I might be on death’s door every time I get sick would be kind of stupid. Another joy of aging. At least for me.  I will go order my health food turkey, and get on with my life.  Hooray, I’m still here!