Danny and I have had a rough couple of months. Between work, getting his mom’s house cleaned out to sell and life in general – we’ve just been really stressed out. After spending all of last weekend working on his mom’s house, we vowed that we were going to take some mental health time over Easter.
On Thursday I had a really rough day at work. Knowing that we had plans to hit up K38 for dinner for the Cinco de Bow Wow fundraiser, I was really looking forward to grabbing a beer and decompressing a bit. About halfway to K38, Danny turns to me and says, “Um, I think I need to go back home – I don’t feel so hot.”
(Note: My husband is obsessed with K38, so, when he turns it down, there is definitely a problem).
When we arrived home, I put on my finest monkey pajamas and popped open a cold beer – kind of annoyed that our plans got thrown for a loop. After about two sips of my beer, I start to hear Danny getting violently ill in our half bath. It was at that moment that I decided that if whatever he had was contagious (spoiler alert – it was), perhaps getting sick off of beer would be unpleasant. Thus, my cold Dos Equis went down the drain.
Thursday evening was a rough one for Danny. The noises that were coming out of the bathroom (where he decided to just lay on the floor between puking sessions), were just awful.
In an attempt to one again prove that she has no future as a service dog, Gracie hid underneath my desk.
By Friday evening Danny was feeling better – but, unfortunately, my condition was going dowhill. By Saturday morning, I was in a ginormous amount of pain.
(Super cute self portrait. At this point I think I was contemplating the consequences of what might happen if I gave into my intense craving for Gatorade.)
Big ups to modern technology for allowing me to text Danny whenever I needed him. The geek version of ringing a bell I suppose.
Clearly, he did not understand that “!$!!” was code for, “I feel too shitty to type anything, but, could you please come in here ASAP and feed me Gatorade.”
By Saturday evening, I was able to remain upright without feeling dizzy (major improvement). However, everyone in our house just generally felt like they had suffered a huge ass kicking.
We cancelled Easter dinner plans with my parents, but, my mom insisted on sending food over. Danny felt well enough to eat – but, after making a bad food decision for lunch, I rolled with this lovely dinner:
And now, our long weekend is drawing to a close. It wasn’t exactly the relaxing time that we had hoped for – but, at least we survived the stomach epidemic of 2012, which (given how awful we both felt all weekend) I will consider a moral victory.
