After all that fun on Friday and Saturday...I woke up Sunday morning feeling something awful. Something dreadful. Something words cannot even describe. I didn't wake up in the middle of the night sick or anything, but as soon as I woke up Sunday morning I ran straight to the bathroom. I had to keep running to the bathroom every 5 minutes while getting ready for church. And for some DUMB reason I kept getting ready for church. I felt bad because I was supposed to teach Shelby's class and I didn't want to have to call someone so last minute. I thought I could just push through and not think about the nausea and I'd be ok. W-R-O-N-G. It took me so long to get ready that we didn't even get to church until 10 minutes before Sacrament meeting was over. During that 10 minutes I already had to run to the bathroom once and all I wanted to do was find an empty class room and curl up on the floor. When Sacrament meeting let out I grabbed somone in the hallway, pleaded with her to teach the class, and booked it to the car. Then I threw up in the car on the way home. And then it continued until close to midnight that night. I lost 5 pounds in one day. So miserable.
Thankfully, Jeremy was a rockstar and watched the girls all day while I was quarantined in our room. He even made two lasagnas that night- one for us and one for someone at church that I'd signed up to take a meal to. I don't know how I could have ever survived Sunday without him. Thank you, Jeremy! I love you!
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