Your life is going just great when, suddenly, your body is ravaged by the bug. “The twenty-four-hour bug,” they call it. Misnomer, if I’ve ever heard one! Whatever its name, when it pays you a visit, it brings all kinds of misery with it.
It keeps you in your lavatory at least one whole day purging your body of every ounce of food you’ve put into it for days and most of the life-giving liquid. And on the second day, if you’re lucky, you have just about enough strength to take a quick shower before falling back into bed shivering and sleeping for a couple more hours. Hopefully, you have someone (who isn’t sick) to bring plenty of liquids to your bedside.
Don’t even try to eat! Yuck! Nothing in the way of food sounds even remotely appetizing. Basically, you just want to sleep. Except you have to wake up sometime – and then you’re right back in the nightmare you slept to escape. Huh?
After struggling for two days to follow your mother’s advice, “You must eat to build up your strength!” You finally talk to your doctor who says, “Oh, no. You don’t feel like eating. Just rest and drink plenty of liquids so you don’t get dehydrated.” If only you'd known that sooner, you wouldn’t have been making yourself sicker trying to eat food you didn’t want!
I guess even when we grow up thinking our mothers are right about everything, that’s not always the case.
The days drag on... one... two... three...
It seems as though the misery will never pass, but one day you wake up, the sun is shining and you realize you feel okay. Not great, but you’re probably going to live. And right then and there, you pray you’ll never have to tangle with that “cruel bug,” again.
Yet, down deep in your soul, you know you will.