Party Pooper

I think my mom said it best when she called me a ‘party pooper’. My girl party weekend with my mom and Art’s mom didn’t quite turn out as I had been envisioning since I planned it a couple of months ago. Since I wasn’t bringing Noah, I was planning on going on long walks on the Michigan mile, doing a little shopping, eating at some of Art and I’s favorite restaurants, having long deep uninterrupted talks with my mom and Art’s mom, spending time with the rest of the Olson family and especially getting to see and hold little A.J., seeing a good friend from college and sleeping in. The only parts of this vision that came true was getting to sleep in, having some good talks however they were interrupted not by Noah but by my constant trips to the bathroom, and my good friend Sarah took the risk and came to see me in the hotel (which I was so thankful for).
For those of you who don’t know I got what Noah had 'the so called 24 hour bug with the vomit and di…rea' on Tuesday. I was basically out of commission all that day and that night. I almost went to the ER to get an IV that night because I couldn’t hold anything down and was so weak Paul had to even help me even get to the bathroom on several occasions. Wednesday came and I was feeling a little better but still couldn’t hold anything down and weak. Thursday, I felt like I was definitely on the up spring so I decided to go on my trip to Chicago that afternoon. I did well overall on the airplanes. I only had to hold the barf bag up to my face on the descent on the plane trips (I say trips because for some reason I had I to fly to Minnesota first to get to Chicago).
I got off the plane and was so excited to see Art’s mom that I forgot to go the bathroom. She was waiting for me outside. If felt so good to see her and embrace her. I love this woman so much.

We talked as we drove to the hotel to meet my mom. And then it hit me, I had to REALLY go to the bathroom. See dropped me off in front of the hotel I ran to the elevators to get to my mom’s hotel room; however, I took the wrong ones because the hotel was so big it had and east and west wing. I made the descent down my mom met me in the lobby to show me the way to the room. I made it to the bathroom and thought all was good. I’m sure this is the last time. So my mom and I went down to the lobby to meet Linda Olson and have some dinner in the café. I ordered some soup. We all started talking while we were waiting for the food to arrive. Then I felt the rumble. I rushed to the lobby bathroom this time knowing I won’t make it to the room. When I walked in this drunk girl looked at me and said “Are you going to puke”. I said “No” hoping that I wouldn’t. I just went to the bathroom then I went back to the table,.. then few minutes later I went back to the bathroom then back to the table then decided to go the room and throw up take a shower and go to bed.

Well without going into all the details for the rest of the weekend, it was mostly spent laying in bed, talking with my mom, and making runs to the bathroom. However, we did find two good movies to watch: Marley and Me and Last Chance Harvey. Both were surprisingly good and I would even recommend to someone else. We did walk around the block to get some fresh air but that wore me out so I had to take a nap afterwards. I also took a shower but got so tired I ended up sitting down with the shower still going on top of me so it ended up being a bath. I never got to see Linda again or the rest of Olson Family since I never got better and didn’t want to give it to them or the baby. Linda was going to take me to the airport but a snow storm came in today. So I had to take shuttle and now I am just sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to depart. I am thankful that in Chicago the planes still take off in the storms. Here is a picture of my mom and I waiting for the airport shuttle in the storm. (Isn't she just so cute?)
I don’t know why things like this happen but I know there has to be a reason so I am just trying to see the positive in this situation. I did get some good rest time which I did need. I did get to spend time with my precious mom and at least see Art’s mom even if it was only for a little. I did get to see a good friend, Sarah. And I have lost some weight since I have primarily only eaten crackers and bananas since Tuesday.