Well, it did not get better. Despite my Pollyanna-ish optimism, my friend Suburbancorrespondent was right (did she hex us??!!) . . . that nasty bug followed us on vacation and made himself right at home in our nice condo right on the beach. And he took his sweet time visiting everyone so that every day someone was sick. Except me and my husband. Miraculously we stayed healthy so we could nurse everyone else. I don't know what's worse: to be so sick you don't want to go anywhere, or to be healthy and can't go anywhere. It's a mind boggling question . . . I'll deal with it later. So, to succinctly describe our vacation (vomiting gets very, very boring, after all) I'm using Lisa's meme First Things First and applying it to all my mornings last week.
The first thing I drank: cappuccino (what else?!)
The first thing I said: "I wonder who will throw up today?"
The first action I did: felt everyone's forehead to check for fever
The first thing I read: instructions from the ER doctor on Gastroenteritis (yes, our vacation included a visit to the ER)
The first item of clothing: a biohazard suit . . . JUST KIDDING! a bathing suit ("I don't care who throws up . . . I'm going to the beach!")
The first person I spoke to: God ("please, please let this madness stop")
The first chore I did: cloroxed sinks, doorknobs, toilet, and all common areas in the condo
The second chore I did: made a grocery list: saltines, broth, jello
The first thing I did once I returned home: googled vacation rentals; if at first you don't succeed . . .