PRELUDE:
My first official day of vacation was Wednesday, Nov. 27th- the day before Thanksgiving. Old Man Winter was predicted to make an ugly appearance on Wednesday with predicted snow of 8-12 inches that day. On Tuesday, I was able to leave work a bit early and cut out at 2pm. I went straight to the neighboring town to buy pet food and other last minute items, glad to be able to cross it off my "to do" list for Wednesday. All went as planned and I looked happily out the window Tuesday night at the starting flakes of snow, looking forward to sleeping in the next morning, finishing up odds-n-ends then getting my hair cut. Amy had to work so I figured I'd have a nice dinner ready for her when she got home. I went to bed with visions of Disney in my head.
Wednesday morning I woke up around 4:30am, not feeling so great. Amy had already gotten in the shower to get ready for work. I laid there for awhile trying to talk myself out of the nausea, figuring it must have been something I ate. I blamed it on that McDonald's Big Mac I had woofed down while getting my errands done the day before. By 5:30am there was no more talking myself out of it, and I made a run for the guest bathroom. I hate being sick. I just hate it. So I stayed in there with denial for awhile, still blaming it on the "special sauce" ingredients of the Big Mac. Then there was the second run to the bathroom where I had to finally accept I had the "you're not getting anywhere out of the bathroom today" flu. I laid in misery all day, sleeping most of it away when I could, dragging myself downstairs later to let the dogs out. Amy kept wanting to come home from work but I knew she had a lot to do before we left and there wasn't anything she could do but stay clear of me anyway. Every time I could force my eyes open, snowflakes were falling out of the sky. My super awesome neighbor, knowing I was ill, saved the day and blew the foot of snow out of my driveway, while more snow kept falling. I cancelled my hair appointment and had Amy Lysol disinfect everything I had touched hoping my germs would stay away from her, all the while thanking my lucky stars I got all the shopping done the day before.
I slept in the recliner that night, my temperature was running almost 102. Sometime over night my symptoms relaxed and by Thanksgiving morning I felt human again. We stayed home, packed, rested, and prayed that Amy would stay well. Thankfully, she did. So on Friday morning, we drove 2 hours to Chicago and by 1pm we were on our way to Orlando!
DISCLAIMER:
I took a lot of photographs on the trip to bring back to share with you. Please excuse the download time when you read the report as I am sure it will take awhile to come up.