This post is really just an incoherent mess, but much of the last week was really busy and I’m still trying to get my thoughts straight.
Christmas Eve and Christmas were nice–my parents-in-law and my husband surprised me with a mini laptop.
This one, in beautiful ruby red, to be specific:
I now know why hubby asked the question weeks ago: “Which color do you like: red, black, white or blue?”
The sweetest part of this was he spent hours cleaning off the software it came with and installing Windows, as well as spending a great deal of time meticulously searching for backgrounds that would be nice on the computer AND he sacrificed his Christmas present from his parents in order to get this for me.
Because of that sacrifice his parents in turn surprised him with an amazing office chair. The look on his face when they pushed that box out of the back room and said it was for him was priceless.
Anyway, Christmas came and went with his extended family (I get to see my parents and sister this Saturday, hopefully) and then we prepared for my 19-year-old sis-in-law’s wedding on Sunday. It went well, especially considering it was planned in six weeks! It was a nice time and hopefully she and hubby had fun on their mini-honeymoon.
Unfortunately, from about 4 am Sunday night until, well…now, I’ve been sick and recovering from a nasty stomach bug. I paid homage to the Porcelain King running to the “throne” room emptying the contents of my stomach every ten minutes for about 3 hours. Ah, yes Monday morning was pleasant. It’s been two years since the last time I threw up and I’m one of those who will fight it with every last breath because of how violently it affects me. I was unable to fight it this time A number of our family members caught it too–both my parents-in-law, one of Phil’s uncles, his cousin and his aunt. Someone at the wedding probably had it (thinking his one cousin) and passed it from there.
Anyway, Phil stayed home from work to take care of me (what a great hubby! :)) and I tossed and turned on the couch all day with a steadily rising fever–I think it hit around 103 near 10 that evening–the highest fever I’ve had probably in the last ten years. Yesterday I spent recooperating and trying to eat, although I only managed to eat a few handfuls of dry Cheerios and some applesauce. I had a small bowl of cereal this morning, which still isn’t settling the greatest, but meh, at least I’m able to keep it down.
This is why I loathe getting sick like this–it takes me forever to recover and be able to eat normally again. Oh well; at least I only ever get sick like this every 2-4 years or more.
However, it’s definitely looking like I won’t hit my goal on Jan. 1st. Stupid illness. But I am trying to play catch up today as much as I can.