I have read once that zombies represent the passing of disease, the spread of death that eats our flesh. Stories of zombies and vampirism (except the ones who sparkle:-)) come from that inner fear of disease that in times past would wipe out entire villages. Today on the USA, death is not as common, but we feel like the walking dead when suffering from the flu or the stomach virus. (probably norovirus)
I heard that my neighbors had just got over the stomach virus. Their kids were healthy and recovered from the illness. My heat went out on Saturday and there was a gas smell. Until the gas company came to check on the gas, the kids stayed at the neighbors house until it was safe. The kids played in the living room but Aron went to the little boys room to play. Earlier that day we went to the library and we played at a McDonald’s playground so those or two other possibilities.
That night the heater was fixed and I was looking forward to having a relaxed evening. Then Aron ran to my room and laid down. A couple of minutes later he threw up all over my bed. I cleaned him up and laid him on a plastic mattress I had on the floor and slept on his bed. I refused to let him sleep next to me. He did great throwing up in the toilet. But it had happened. This virus was in my house.
The next day I woke up with a terrible stomach ache and was real dizzy. The kids missed school because I was so exhausted and was afraid that they would all get sick too. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to take them. A friend brought us dinner and everyone ate fine. Even Aron who seemed to be better.
I felt fine and got Jon ready for school. The next morning Viki complained of her stomach hurting so I kept her home just in case. I felt fine. Then after Jon went to school I had terrible chills and dizziness so I slept for a while. I then woke up and threw up.
WHHAARRRRBLLLGHAARBBBBLLLLLLLLL!!!!
I was so sick that I laid on the bathroom floor on my dirty laundry covered by a dirty towel. Aron then came to me at my worst and said, “Mommy, I pooped!” So out of desperation I called a friend to take the kids. I just moaned out words too weak to talk.
While the kids were at her house, Jon Jon had a huge appetite. He ate almost fifteen bagel bites. He then threw up too.
WHAARBBBLLLGARRBBBLL!!
Uh oh! This virus was more contagious than I thought. Jon Jon threw up the longest. At the end of the night I thought we were done. I thought the monster had finally left. We ate at Chick-fil-A and laughed and giggled like a happy family finally at the end of a horror story.
Ha, ha, ha no!!! That night at midnight I threw up EVERYTHING I ate. I didn’t make it to the toilet and threw up in my garbage can. . . . but I felt SOOO much better.
Then an hour later, Viki threw up.
I was tired. Aron was wanting too much attention so I asked if he could play at a friend’s house. Now her son is infected. The lady who watched my kids on Tuesday also got it as well as one of the girls she babysits. That girl didn’t have a chance though. Not only was she being chased by the evil viral zombies from my family, but a kid on her bus threw up in her hair. It was destiny!
I still feel like a zombie. I have trouble concentrating and lose my temper quick. I feel exhausted too. I do have all of my weapons of war and am currently disinfecting the house desperately trying to kill those microscopic zombies, for a virus is living, but not REALLY living and eats off of your living cells.
(alcohol does not work on norovirus-” How to kill norovirus: Clean all possibly contaminated surfaces with a chlorine bleach solution. Use 1/3 cup of bleach in 1 gallon of water for non-porous surfaces (toilets, sinks, countertops). Use 1 2/3 cups of bleach in 1 gallon of water for wooden floors and other surfaces that could absorb vomit splatters.”
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