Saturday, February 14, 2009
What, I'm just not meant to have vacations anymore...
I'm sick of this - literally. Seems like every time we have somewhere to go or something exciting I get sick. This weekend Jason and I are supposed to be in Big Bend National Park for 3 nights with some friends. We were SUPPOSED to leave early yesterday morning for the 9 hour drive and come back on Monday. We're SUPPOSED to be waking up right now in our new (new to us anyways) pop up camper and getting breakfast ready before heading out to hike in the mountains. But no, we're at home, with a stomach bug that hit Thursday night.
At about 10:30, just after we had everything packed in the truck ready to leave the next morning, Jason and I get hit, with in 15 minutes of each other. He was first, he'd been feeling bad all afternoon and kinda knew it was coming. But other than being a little dizzy, I really just thought I was tired and worried about remembering everything for the trip. Well, when I laid down in bed and the room kept spinning I knew that it was more than that. It was like I had been boozing all night but without the fun part. So I didn't get any sleep that night. Just as soon as we could doze off again we were back in the bathroom. Poor Jason got it much worse than I have. I'm actually feeling better today, but he's still got a ways to go.
This is getting ridiculous though. Last Feb, we went skiing to Red River and had what I refer to as the Worse Vacation Ever. I came down with an upper respiratory infection that hit as we were traveling there and lasted the whole time. I never saw much of the mountain, in fact I didn't see much of anything but the condo we stayed in.
Last month I had a 3 day weekend that I had planned on relaxing after all the craziness of year end was finally over at work and on getting some things around the house done. I came down with a soar throat - some sort of virus. And of course, it lasted the whole weekend. I completely lost my voice for 2 days.
I'm just not meant to have vacations anymore. Is God trying to tell me something? I'm just glad it hit us at home and not on the way there.
At about 10:30, just after we had everything packed in the truck ready to leave the next morning, Jason and I get hit, with in 15 minutes of each other. He was first, he'd been feeling bad all afternoon and kinda knew it was coming. But other than being a little dizzy, I really just thought I was tired and worried about remembering everything for the trip. Well, when I laid down in bed and the room kept spinning I knew that it was more than that. It was like I had been boozing all night but without the fun part. So I didn't get any sleep that night. Just as soon as we could doze off again we were back in the bathroom. Poor Jason got it much worse than I have. I'm actually feeling better today, but he's still got a ways to go.
This is getting ridiculous though. Last Feb, we went skiing to Red River and had what I refer to as the Worse Vacation Ever. I came down with an upper respiratory infection that hit as we were traveling there and lasted the whole time. I never saw much of the mountain, in fact I didn't see much of anything but the condo we stayed in.
Last month I had a 3 day weekend that I had planned on relaxing after all the craziness of year end was finally over at work and on getting some things around the house done. I came down with a soar throat - some sort of virus. And of course, it lasted the whole weekend. I completely lost my voice for 2 days.
I'm just not meant to have vacations anymore. Is God trying to tell me something? I'm just glad it hit us at home and not on the way there.
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