Back to the land of the living.

-Sunday night ate Wendy's chili at church supper.

-Late Sunday night--Laying in bed miserable for 2 hours. Finally get up and go downstairs.

-Buddy suggests vomiting. Just as I say I've been wanting to for the last 2 hours I run to the bathroom and...............Amazing the power of the spoken word. (Won't get to descriptive. I know many of you are nurses, but to spare those with weaker constitutions and my dignity I will refrain.)

-Buddy also gets sick.

-We think the church poisoned us.

-One horrible, awful night, tossing on couch. Oh, to have had cable tv.

-Morning finally arrives, place call for help at 6:20

-Help arrives at 8:00 in the form of Dad bringing Gatorade and taking Caleb.

-Called church, they denied poisoning us. I concede that it must be flu since mom and nephew are also sick.

-Spend day on couch too miserable to move.

-Late monday evening Dad brings Caleb back. Both of them succombed to the flu.

House is clean and sanitized! And we all felt mostly well by bedtime Monday.