Stomach Virus
After I woke up Saturday morning, I hopped in the shower. I fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, and put on comfortable clothes. When I went downstairs, I found my mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
"Good morning," my mom said happily.
"Good morning. The food smells good," I stated sitting down on the barstool.
My mom placed pancakes with bacon on a plate in front of me. She also poured me a glass of orange juice for me. As soon as the smell of the orange juice hit my nose, I felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom to puke.
"Buffy, are you alright?" My mom asked with concern coming into the bathroom.
"I must be coming down with something," I replied flushing the toilet.
I grabbed the mouthwash under the sink and rinsed my mouth out.
"Maybe you should go and lie down for a while," my mom suggested.
"You're right," I agreed before I went upstairs to lie down in the bed.
"Buffy," my mother said causing me to wake up.
I rubbed my eyes and looked at my mother with confusion, "I didn't realize that I fell asleep."
"Are you feeling any better?" My mother asked.
"I'm not sick at my stomach," I replied.
"I have to run to the gallery. I left you a bowl of grilled chicken salad in the refrigerator since you didn't get to eat breakfast," my mother informed.
"Thank you," I said gratefully since I was starving.
"You're welcome. I will be back in a few hours," my mother said before she left the house.
I got out of the bed and went downstairs to eat the grilled chicken salad that my mother left in the refrigerator.
After I finished eating, I went into the family room and watched television. I must have fallen asleep again because I woke up to find Willow sitting in the loveseat watching television.
"Hey Sleepyhead," Willow said cheerfully.
"Hey," I greeted her. "What time is it?"
"7:30," Willow replied.
"I have been asleep for five hours," I said with surprise. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you here?"
"Your mom's assistant messed up some stuff at the gallery and she had to fix it, so she asked me to come over here and keep an eye on you," Willow explained. "She gave me money for pizza."
The idea of eating pizza made my stomach turn.
"Ugh…no," I replied.
"We can get Chinese," Willow pointed out.
I nodded in agreement, "Chinese sounds good."