We’ve had a stomach virus tear through our home this week.  It started with my son and took each of us down, one at a time, worsening with each victim. My middle child and I were last to get it and we’re feeling fortunate to be alive. 

We might be the drama queens in the family.

I tried to fight it.  I tried to “Chuck Norris” my body into not succumbing to the cramps that had me doubled over.  I taught online classes all weekend with a bucket next to me; just in case.  I made it three days with my “mental toughness” before my body said, “screw you, Lady”  and all hell broke loose.

I have way too much to do in December to be sick. Don’t you?

While the family each took a turn going to battle, I...

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