I spent the weekend in a gorgeous house in Oceanside. It was my husband’s intern retreat, which meant it was sort of required, but still very nice, and about 20 of his coworkers and their spouses were there as well.

As you can imagine and would expect in any house with 20 people, there were moments of drama, but overall, the weekend was a lot of fun. And being able to see the ocean from the bedroom window didn’t suck either.

What did suck was waking up in said gorgeous house with those 20 people who were trying to clean up and get out on time and feeling like I was going to hurl. And not just my normal always feeling like I am going to hurl. It was the kind of feeling like I was going to hurl that didn’t respond to any of the 3 different anti-emetics I threw at it.

It helped that the 20 people were frying up hashbrowns in the kitchen attached to our room. Nothing like the smell of greasy food to help settle a queasy stomach.

The 90 minute drive home was also a peach. Particularly when I realized that it wasn’t just my stomach, but I had a headache (not my normal) and what felt alarmingly like a fever. I rarely get fevers, when I do they aren’t very high (my normal temp is 97.7) but they always knock me on my ass.

By the time we got home, an hour after tylenol, the fever was over 100 and despite the fact that I never take naps on Sunday, I took a 2 hour nap. And woke up feeling exactly as bad as before.

I am sick and whiny and I want my mom.

And as much as I want to write about stuff that’s going on and everything else you’ve been waiting with baited breath to hear about, my brain is mush right now and I’ve got, at best, 10 more non-whiny words left.

So perhaps tomorrow. Unless the fever doesn’t break, in which case, there will be much whiiiiiiiiiiiiiining. Get excited.

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