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Sep. 29th, 2014 08:27 amIt turns out I didn't fly out to Missouri after all. My flight was supposed to be at 10am and I woke up at like 5 sick to my stomach. *shakes fist at body's stupid timing* I took some Pepto and tried to go back to sleep but no dice.
So I canceled my flight. Idk if it was food poisoning again (though I couldn't remember eating anything dodgy) or if I actually had something, but I didn't want to spend four hours on a plane while sick, and if I was infectious I certainly didn't want to give it to any of my friends, the bride, or one of said friends' twin babies.
So that sucked. In hindsight I was maybe a little over-cautious, because I was... okay, I guess, the rest of the weekend. Not "right," because my stomach was sore (despite that I didn't throw up or retch _that_ much) and everything I ate for three days was like "are you suuuuure?"
On the upside, Dad, who had arranged to take the kids because Alan had to work, still wanted them, so Alan and I had a nice quiet house and got some good, and overdue, us-time. We snuggled on the couch and watched a movie on Saturday after he came home, and had brunch on Sunday once my stomach wasn't feeling rebellious anymore. The kids had fun, Grandpa had fun. There was snow at the pass (surprise!) so Liam was introduced to that while they were out on a drive. Apparently he was really bothered by it sticking to his shoes, which sounds adorable.
So I canceled my flight. Idk if it was food poisoning again (though I couldn't remember eating anything dodgy) or if I actually had something, but I didn't want to spend four hours on a plane while sick, and if I was infectious I certainly didn't want to give it to any of my friends, the bride, or one of said friends' twin babies.
So that sucked. In hindsight I was maybe a little over-cautious, because I was... okay, I guess, the rest of the weekend. Not "right," because my stomach was sore (despite that I didn't throw up or retch _that_ much) and everything I ate for three days was like "are you suuuuure?"
On the upside, Dad, who had arranged to take the kids because Alan had to work, still wanted them, so Alan and I had a nice quiet house and got some good, and overdue, us-time. We snuggled on the couch and watched a movie on Saturday after he came home, and had brunch on Sunday once my stomach wasn't feeling rebellious anymore. The kids had fun, Grandpa had fun. There was snow at the pass (surprise!) so Liam was introduced to that while they were out on a drive. Apparently he was really bothered by it sticking to his shoes, which sounds adorable.
