Belle knew
she was sick when she woke and vomited (in a trash can, thanks to Mom's alertness and quick hands).
I knew
I was not feeling very well when I got home from teaching early-morning seminary and decided that it was a good day to be home with sicky-Belle 'cuz I had that all-over sensitive feeling that you get when you are coming down with something -- you know, when the cold air of the A/C that blows on you (like it blows on you every other morning of your life) just makes your skin hurt.
But
Courtney did not learn of her sickness until sometime later, and in the company of friends. And it is fortunate that she was with friends, 'cuz if you are going to vomit all over other people's school-papers and books at a shared table in English class, it is best that those other people like you very much beforehand. Courtney said that she became fairly well acquainted with the janitor-lady who spent time following her from classroom to bathroom and cleaning up along the way.
Audrey did not discover that
she was sick until well into the afternoon of that same day -- but discover it, she did. She was the last to hurl (but did not hurl the least) and also the last to recover from what was maybe the most painful little short-lived flu-bug that any of us can recall ever experiencing.
Each of us, in our own time and on our own little lifeless space of bed or sofa, spent time making quiet moaning sounds to try to sooth our pain-racked bodies. I am not exaggerating when I say that we all contemplated the joys of permanent sleep compared to the all-over body-pains that we suffered.
As in any worthy story there are bits of good news. First, we are all better now. That is, all of us are better now, if not "all-better" now (Audrey suffers most, but each of us still feels a little weak). The second bit of good news is that in my weakness I was unable to photo-document any of the dramatic events of the past days. :-)
