Monday, March 27, 2006

Clean Sheets Feel So Good

Yuck, I'm sick. I don't know why I'm sick -- maybe I ate something bad yesterday, or maybe I have a stomach virus.

I felt pretty okay before going to bed last night, but then I woke up already puking. How is that even possible? I puked all over the bed and the table... oh, the grossness. Greg helped me into the bathroom where I continued puking for a while.

My poor sweetie cleaned up the bedroom, took off the puky sheets and took care of everything. (These were, by the way, the 1,000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets that Greg gave me for my birthday. Ack.)

He helped me back into bed and got me some Pepto and some water, and stroked my head while I tried to go to sleep. He's so sweet, and I feel so bad for him for having to take care of me last night. He said it happens, and I didn't mean to vomit all over the bedroom, and I would do it for him. That's all true, but still... it was so gross!

For the rest of the night I had to lay perfectly still on my back, if I got up or turned over I got really nauseous again.

I'm feeling better now.... I wonder if it was a bad idea to order salmon at Bennigan's?

We had a great time yesterday going to visit one of Greg's old friends from high school. They were best friends for years, and Greg was the best man at his wedding. Yesterday was the first time they'd seen each other in more than 5 years.

They live in a mobile home in Plant City, in the middle of the most beautiful old oak trees and cow fields. They can't relate to us wanting to live in Orlando, with all the traffic and crowds and expense. They were also surprised to find out that Greg hasn't been inside a church in years, they expected him to be a pastor by now... Ha!

They seem to have a nice life in Plant City, with 2 sweet young daughters and relatives right next door. I wonder if he was thinking about what might have happened to him if, years ago, he'd left Plant City with Greg? Their lives have taken very different paths, and they were a lot alike at one point.

I wonder if he would clean up a puky nightstand?