Thursday afternoon, I started feeling like I was getting Sickly.  You know, when it hurts when you swallow and your sinuses get all angry?  And then if you drink a ton of cranberry juice, everything in your whole head stings?

Yeah.

Then Friday, it got worse.  More sniffly and such.

And Saturday, I rallied because it was Old Threshers.  But more on that later.  All I’ll say now is that we had fun and our camera got destroyed because somehow it fell out of the basket and either got ran over or stepped on by a really, really plump person.  The screen is cracked.  It was in its safety case.

By Saturday evening, I wasn’t feeling very good at all.  My throat was hurty, my nose was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, my lungs were tickly which made me cough, and my ears were itchy and popping.

When we arrived home at 9:30 from Old Threshers, I discovered that Henry had also fallen ill.  Quite ill.  And it’s not a head cold like me.  He was Quite Ill, actually.  I felt super sorry for him and we rushed around, dealing with cleanup while Henry just sat there, staring at us like “GUYS, where were you?!  I needed you to help me!”

I shall not describe the effects of Henry’s illness.  This is a family blog.

The night before he had woken me up with whimpering because he needed to go outside RIGHT NOW, so I should have known he wasn’t feeling well.

Poor Henry got sick again one more time before we all went to bed, and Joey and I agreed that if he got any worse overnight, we’d have to find a vet in Cedar Rapids and call one.  Fortunately he was still drinking water and not acting too lethargic, but he was still making us nervous.

Between Henry being sick and me being sick, I didn’t sleep well at all last night.  I think I woke up 6 or 7 times, and every time I checked on Henry and used about 3 tissues on my nose.  (The pile on the floor by my bed was getting pretty epic as morning came nearer.)  I was so pleased that Henry made it all night without any bouts of illness, so I got up early and made him a very bland breakfast of oatmeal, chicken, and a touch of yogurt.

He ate about half (I made him way too much) and seemed happy with his breakfast, but he went back to laying around.

An hour later, just as I was getting ready for church, he got sick and threw up all over the floor in the bathroom.  ALL OVER THE FLOOR.  Joey and I just kind of stood there and stared at him.

Then we called the vet.

The vet said Henry was probably OK, but keep an eye on him and if he’s still getting sick with such magnitude, to bring Henry in on Monday morning.  He advised me to feed him rice and boiled hamburger for dinner, assuming he hadn’t been explosive for the rest of the day.

I was feeling better after this and continued getting ready for church.

Then, Henry got sick again.  Only, not the kind where he throws up all over the floor.

We decided that we’d lock Henry in the bathroom while we all left for church…just in case his intestinal tract wasn’t quite as empty as we thought it was.

“But at least he lost less blood this time,” I said.  It made me feel about 10% better, but the remaining 90% of concern for Henry was making my ribcage itchy.

So yeah.  Henry is sick and so am I.  And it’s lunchtime now.  I can eat it (Joey says it smells great; I can’t really smell anything), but Henry is cut off.