getting back on track

i had a good day on monday. i felt full of energy. i wasn't winded when i walked up the stairs and when i looked in the mirror i didn't see this pasty blah face staring back at me. i was able to start to catch up on the housework that has been building up (including washing out the carpet in the van where the jello spilt--that brent said he would do later). after a week of bedrest and 10 days of no energy or strength, the house was not too pretty. i felt good about what i'd accomplished and in conclusion to a productive day we had family home evening. at the very end nat threw up. (i knew we should have stayed away from the family on the weekend. i even called tracy to try to get them to change the date night to another night, but i was assured that everyone was through it.) so anyways, around the time that nat got sick i started feeling really nauseous, so i didn't have any treat or anything else to eat. i stayed up with nat, who threw up every 15 minutes for a few hours until she finally fell asleep. she was still throwing up every half hour so i stayed up still. then mic started throwing up. at 3am, brent and i traded off and i went to bed feeling very yucky. i woke up around 7:30 to the sound of brent heaving in the bathroom. it sounded awful and neverending. i prayed "please don't let it happen to me, please don't let it happen to me" over and over until i fell back asleep. we all slept a lot that day. mic and nat got their appetite back and so they had soup with brent for dinner. i passed. basically i fasted--for about 36 hours. i hadn't thrown up, but my stomach was clenched in painful knots and i didn't want to eat something in case it made me throw up. it was awful and that annoying pasty face was back in my mirror. i went to bed that night assured by brent that i would soon be throwing up like everyone else. i woke up a few times in the night and worried that i woke up to puke, but it didn't happen. so in the morning i was weak, but whole. i survived. i guess i got a milder form--i hope. i still worry that it is still going to get me. today i went on my first run in 3 weeks. it was hard, but if felt good to be back on track.