So here I am....a massive emetophobic with a vomiting bug. It's DH's birthday weekend. I have a breastfed, co-sleeping 7mo baby next to me in bed who won't take a bottle and I'm trying to avoid puking or shitting on him. I've only been back at work full time for a week and a half and I'm in charge of the whole company next week as my boss is away. Argggh.
My three year old has spent all evening dispensing sympathy "poor mummy...you are a bit disgusting" as I lie draped over the toilet seat.
I'm typing this in a post-vomit moment of strength. I've disinfected everything and used that Purell anti-virus handgel (too late).
I can't even keep down water. Bring me your sympathy please to read during the awake moments....