My mom woke me up yesterday at 5:30am telling me her and my step-dad had been puking all night. I was immediately like... great. I knew I was going to get it because I had been in the same house and breathing their air. I felt fine all day though, went to class and everything. Around 3:30, I started feeling queasy. Low and behold, it was my turn. I felt miserable the rest of the night. It was awful. I couldn't eat anything, not even sip Gatorade or Ginger Ale. But Jackson was by my side the entire time
He was looking at me with the most worried eyes, it was so cute. I felt awful because he was barking to go outside around 10pm when I usually let him out and I just couldn't get out of bed so he ended up having an accident on the floor, no big deal. I felt bad for him because he knows it's wrong so I know he felt awful doing it! But it's so nice having a buddy to comfort you all day while you're sick! Today, I'm still very very weak but I'm better, thank God.