From Plans to Puke

I should have known it would be a disastrous trip.

First of all, one of my freight trucks didn't show up Thursday...not while I was at work. 
Second of all, when I went to put Jon's clothes in the suitcase I had packed already with my every day clothes, I found that my jeans were wet...and upon investigation had discovered that one of my cats who have been litter trained for YEARS had peed in it. Um...great. So everything in there got tossed in the washing machine and then I had one pair of jeans to wear for the weekend. I thought it was luck that saved the dress clothes for the wedding we were going to from being in the suitcase and that I had stowed them in a different bag to save them from pet hair and so they were saved from the cat pee as well.

Since we were staying with my parents I figured my one pair of jeans would be okay and I could use their washing machine if I needed to.  So we left anyway and the trip was pretty smooth.

Friday was pretty good.  The dogs got to go on an off-leash run, Jon and I drove to Coshocton and had a meal at our favorite Mexican place and we had a visit with my parents.

Then, at 5 am, I woke up not feeling so great.

That led a 12 hour puke-a-thon. I hate puking. It's awful.  The worst part was when everyone began to want to eat food and I was still puking.  And the food they were eating was a rice/beef/cheese/pepper/nacho meal my mom and made for supper the night before and I, of course had puked up already. I don't think I'll be eating anything remotely like it for a long, long time.  I couldn't stand to smell it and I still can hardly stand to think about it.

So I missed my cousin's wedding.

And, yesterday, Jon had to drive the whole trip home which isn't awful, but its nice to be able to switch off. I was just in no shape. I also had a high fever, headache, and really no attention span, possible due to the fever or the pill my dad gave me to combat the headache because its a pill gentler on the stomach than aspirin but not necessarily good for driving.  One of his generic Imtrex's or something. I don't really know. Didn't care. I was in such agony.

Came home, fell asleep at 9 pm, woke up, called off work (I am actually sweating just sitting here typing), went back to sleep until 9 am...and am hoping I will be up to working tomorrow.

And that was the weekend I've been looking forward to for months.