Sicktober is Sickgusting

Uhhhhgh. For 5 days I've been taking care of the house and kids since Chad has been really bad and in bed. Yesterday we broke down and sent him to an urgent care clinic without insurance (ours is in the review process). The antibiotics helped right away--and just in time for my next phase. Stomach flu. I was up all night on the toilet with a bucket on my lap for the other end. What's worse, my throat is still incredibly, unbearably sore but I couldn't take meds for it since I would just vomit it all out anyway. I literally thought I would keep vomitting until I died. And, to be honest, part of me wanted to die. I cried all night, but it sounded like a frog drowning because my voice is raw and raspy. Now the kids are standing outside my door crying because they "want to snuggle mommy". I told Sam he would get sick if he got too close. His response (through tears), "I want to be sick with you."