This happens again around 2:00a.m., then at 3:00a.m., and so on until 7:00a.m. arrives. I have a fever by the end of the night and can barely stand. I make it to the computer to write an email to my boss that I can't make the meeting and that the two guys who rode with me can take my car back. I call my Dad who drives 2.5 hours to Lynchburg to pick my sorry butt up. He gets there around 10:00a.m.
On the way home, trying to keep my ginger ale down, I call Katy. Her whole family has the same thing, at least everyone who was at the family dinner on Sunday. Great. I get home to my parents and am now worried about getting them sick too. Right away I sleep until 6:00p.m., with occasional wakings to have a sip of watered-down Gatorade, and have a temperature of 102.2 degrees. Start the ibuprofen and it gets down to 101.4. Fun times. Am able to go watch an hour of TV or so before the motion on the TV makes me nauseous, and I go to bed at 8:00p.m.
The fever breaks at some point in the night, and my temp gets back to normal. In the morning I have a buckwheat pancake for breakfast and weight myself. Total loss: 8lbs! Call Katy and she stayed home from work, only losing 5lbs (the slacker).
Get driven to Quantico to meet Katy with Dad, and head to work to pick up my car looking like an unshaven, sunken eyed rag doll. Good thing my boss was good enough to lock up the keys in his office. Have to cancel on both a Carderock reunion lunch and a dinner out with Yaz and Jagibbs at Sweetwater.
Have tickets to Keith Urban tomorrow night. I don't know if I will feel good enough to go, but I probably will by then. I hope.
The bed is calling and my head hurts. Being sick sucks . . . .
Many many infinite thanks to mom and dad for picking me up and taking care of me when these horrible things happen! Love you guys!
Phase IV of Weight Loss Plan was painful, yet swift and effective.
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