Mayhem in Monett

Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone!

Well, we went to Missouri Saturday to see Dustin's grandparents, dad, and brother. Whenever we go over, we usually take turns driving, but Dustin usually ends up driving more than I do. I really don't like driving as much as I used to. I feel like the older I get, the worse I get at driving. I would rather not do it if I don't have to. But I said I would drive over there on Saturday, and he could drive back on Sunday. It's about a 3 hour trip. Saturday was a good day, we got to visit w/his grandparents (they're a hoot) and play w/his brothers kids. Here's a couple pics of them playing in the back yard.

Later that evening we went to a really cool bar and hung out w/Davey and Michelle, Dustin's brother and sister-in-law. Later Dustin's dad and his girlfriend showed up. Here's a couple snapshots of everyone....notice how everyone is having a good time, feeling good....everything's great.

We had talked about going w/Dustin's grandpa to the casino on Sunday before we went home. He's a regular over there and you know how much I love the casino. So I was looking forward to that. Anyway, Saturday night we headed back to our motel (after stopping for a wee bit of Taco Bell), and we retired to bed.

6 a.m Sunday morning - I'm woken up by a light coming on and Dusty saying "Thanks for coming to help me while I was in there dying." This poor man woke up SO sick. He started throwing up at 6am and did not stop until somewhere around 10 am. He had a fever and was shaking so bad from the chills. I went to the gas station next door and got him some water and Ibuprofen for the fever. When I came back he had turned on the heater because he was so cold. I swear it had to be like 95 degrees in that room. I put so many blankets on top of him (even the motel comforter that everyone knows not to use because they never wash them). He couldn't stop shaking and he was jolting about. I had to take off half my clothes because it's like a sauna in this little motel room w/no ventilation. He takes his Ibuprofen and throws it up about 5 minutes later. I put these two miniature trash cans by the bed and for the next 4 hours he throws up about every 10 to 15 minutes. He was miserable and I felt so bad cause I couldn't do anything to help him. At one point in between puke sessions he asked me if I poisoned him, then he said he would rather be dead than feel like this, and later wondered if it was his brain tumor (which he's certain he has because he goes to mayoclinic.com anytime he sneezes and always comes away convinced he has a tumor, mono, or recently an anyurism!) Finally about 10 am he began to feel slightly better. There was nothing left in his system to throw up I guess. After he took a shower and laid back down, I took out my camera and said "I'm sorry honey but this will make for good blog fodder" and I snapped his picture.

And then this one of the trash can just for good measure. :)

So we're not sure if he had the flu or food poisoning or what but it was terrible. And he's pretty sure it will be a long while before he can eat Taco Bell again. I was worried about how he would handle the drive back but he was a trooper and as the day went on he felt much better. I later told him I thought it was all a plot to make me drive both ways!!