So, how bad was it? Bad. Really, really bad.
It started out on Saturday as a fun drive to the Anheiser Busch plant to see the Clydesdale horses. I had never seen them up close. Those animals are huge. While walking around the grounds I started feeling sick.
On the way home, I pulled over because I thought I was going to get sick. I didn’t. At least until I pulled back onto the highway and drove another twenty feet. That’s when Char decided she would drive the rest of the way. I started to argue but . . . well, she was right. I was to sick to drive and that one nagging thought kept going through my mind – “When I threw up did I get any on my van?” Yeah, I really like that van.
Getting home, I went directly to the couch. I didn’t want Char to get sick so for the next few days the couch would be “home”. It was quite an adventure. Eat, get sick. Drink, get sick. Think about anything, get sick.
Sunday I was still on the couch when Char went to church. She called after church to see how I was feeling and if I needed anything. She also told me she was going to have a coffee with one of her friends. I’m feeling bad, no I don’t need anything, enjoy your coffee but check on me. (Yeah, I am such a baby when I am sick. Not to mention I am not in a real good mood either.)
Anyway, she called from the coffee shop and our conversation went like this:
Char: How you feeling?
Char: Can I get you anything?
Me: A paper.
Char: A paper?
Me: Yeah, a Sunday paper. I want to see if I am listed in the obituaries.
That last statement made me laugh, which in turn made me sick (again).
Finally, it’s Monday and I feel better, not great, but better. I also realized I never got the Sunday paper. That might be a good thing. I am feeling well enough now that I don’t want to know if I was listed or not.