Dd has the stomach flu. She's the last in the family to get it. The rest of us are introverts. We curl up in a ball and don't want to talk to anyone when we're sick.
Dd is an extrovert. She needs me to sit next to her while she moans. She moans loudly and frequently, just to make sure we know that she "really really doesn't feel well". Sorry hon, that's not news. (And no, I don't tell her that. I pat her back, say "i'm sorry babe" and hold her head while she throws up in the bucket.)
This is a 36 hour flu. 34 more hours to go.










