I'm struggling to write this. Phsyically I am pain and struggling to stay awake, so this'll probably take longer that I originally thought.
Long story short, my family loves Venus Bay. It's a small beach town in south eastern Victoria. It started when my mum was a kid and my Grandad bought a block of land there, where they would camp, until a few years later when they built a house. However my grandad was a bit of a hoarder and the house was falling apart with nobody really being able to go up there and maintain it. So it was tricky to get everything going there (electricity, hot water etc) and was full of clutter that Grandad refused to throw out.
Back in 2016, Grandad passed away, and since then, my uncle who was recently separated has lived in the holiday house. And whilst he did a lot to maintain it and it is much better now, he was still living there rent free and it made things hard when one of us wanted to use it. Even though he was extremely accommodating if we'd want to use the house, it was still awkward having to kick him out for the weekend.
However last year, Grandma gave him an ultimatum. He has to buy the house if he wants to keep living there, and Grandma would use it to buy another house in Venus Bay for the family to use. There was a bit of drama but in the end he agreed to it. So over new year, grandma bought another holiday house, just down the road.
So this weekend I was at Venus Bay. The reason for that was this. Easter Saturday fell on my Auntie Kylie's 40th birthday, whilst Easter Monday fell on my mum's birthday. Kylie and her family live about four hours north of us, so we all met up at Venus Bay since it worked really well and we'd struggle to find a better suiting time to have everyone there.
So on Thursday, Grandma, Kylie, her husband Adam and their three kids, Norah (9), Annabel (6) and Eli (2), as well as my mum and stepdad came to Venus Bay, whilst Greg (mum and Kylie's brother) and his partner Janet as well as a couple of their friends went up on the same day to Greg's house down the road.
I couldn't leave on Thursday, and neither could my brother Jed, so we left on Good Friday around midday. Money has been tight for me recently, and my car needs work. Needs new tyres and a service, so Jed drove us up, and on the way, I called Greg's son Scott (my cousin), who was staying with him mum, and convinced him to come up. So we met up at his place, and he followed us there.
And it was a really good weekend. Saturday Night we had a party for mum and Kylie. Scott had to leave Saturday Night because he had work the next day. However it was still a good night.
Then this morning, it all went to hell.
I woke up at 2am, feeling pretty gross, and unable to sleep. Then at 4, I ended up with my face in the toilet. Yep. Gastro. Lost count of how many times I was sick, to the point of having an empty stomach and dry reaching until I was weeping from the pain.
Luckily, it stopped at about 8am, and I ended up sleeping on and off til 1pm. However we had a problem. I was supposed to go home with Jed today, however wasn't in any state to sit in a car for two hours. So it was decided I'd go home with my parents tomorrow and hope it was out of my system by then.
Except there was something I hadn't thought of. The little cousins.
I had spent a lot of time with them that weekend, but they were entertained more so by Jed and Scott. And with Scott leaving the other night, and Jed leaving this afternoon, I am the only one of the big kids left. I am sick as a dog, and have these kids wanting to play with me.
I have been telling them not to get too close because I might make them sick, as have their parents but they still forget that, and really, I just want to have a quiet night in. Luckily everyone has gone out for dinner for Mum's Birthday (since the breakfast we had planned kinda didn't happen with me chucking my guts up), so I am at the house by myself. By the time they get home the three younger kids will have to go to bed. I just hope I can sleep properly tonight.
So as it stands, I don't feel like I am going to vomit, but my arms and legs ache, and I am extremely lethargic. That and my stomach is in excruciating pain from the dry reaching this morning. All I've eaten in the last 24 hours is a slice of toast, as I have no appetite and anything less bland will make me sick. As it stands, I just wanna survive this, and hope it's out of my system by Thursday as I have work, and can't afford to take a sick day.
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