The last 24 hours have been pretty brutal. On Wednesday night I went to bed feeling a little bit off and when I awoke Thursday AM I had either a case of food poisoning or the 24 hour stomach virus that's been sweeping through the STL.
Either way, it's bad friends, just bad.
Thursday morning I was taking care of business on the "south end" of things and felt an attack coming from the north. Truth be told-I will do anything, and I mean anything not to barf. I pray fervently and passionately for the second coming, I beg my wife to commit domestic homicide in a sheer act of love and mercy. I hate to barf.
One tactic that I've successfully employed over the years to avoid the "attack from the north" is to rush to the bed and lay down--it may prolong the severity of the nausea, it may lengthen the overall sick time but it's part of my overall strategy to avoid the most dreaded biological act known to mankind.
Yesterday I executed that game plan and paid the consequences.
While rushing back to bed I fainted in the bathroom, face-planting full force on the cold hard tile floor. My wife was downstairs and heard all 200lbs of me crash on the floor above. This wasn't the first time such events have taken place. When we lived in Corpus Christi my head met the corner of the door frame in a similar scenario.
She entered the room to find what must have looked like a crime scene. There I was sprawled out, unconscious, bleeding profusely from my nose and from a cut on my eye. As I was regaining consciousness I began asking what happened over and over. Graciously, she cleaned me up and helped me get back in bed.
Yesterday was rough, fever, nausea, chills and extreme soreness from fainting and falling like a giant oak tree. 24 Hours later I'm weak, sore and five pounds lighter and beginning to actually think about food once again.
I'm thankful for a good wife who takes really good care of me-she is a blessing. I'm grateful for my girls who came at the end of the day and cheered me up and laughed about my fainting and busted face. I'm thankful for friends who pitched in and helped with projects around church and have offered their prayers as I recover. I'm also thankful for Amazon Prime and the iPad movie app, and Gatorade.