Saturday, February 9, 2013
While I Was Sleeping
A few days ago Lincoln and I returned from a ten day "vacation" to California. A few days into our trip, Lincoln lost his appetite and obviously felt sick, so the first Sunday at my parent's house we spent cuddling in bed, watching Shaun the Sheep on my iPhone so we wouldn't have to get up.
My sister, Hannah, was the first to lose it, and apparently I shouldn't have laughed, because it was all my body needed to throw me into a very intense sickness. One moment I was laughing, the next, sitting near multiple siblings in front of the fire trying to minimize convulsions from extreme chills (Funny in retrospect...not so funny in the moment).
While still reeling from the first few minutes it hit me, my little brother walked by my room where I momentarily managed to fake an "I got this" face, and told me, "my antigenes are obviously too good to let my body get sick!" Ten minutes later he was in the bathroom throwing up, Rachel knocking on the door, yelling, "how are those antigenes treating ya, buddy!?" And a few hours later, Rachel joined us in hell, so sick she could hardly walk.
I lost every ounce of fluid my body had available, was practically delusional the first night, had very intense back pain accompanied by full body spasms, dreamt of drinking gallons of water when I could hardly keep ice chips down, and when the worst was over, I claimed that labor wasn't as horrific (which I still fully stand behind. It was that bad). Thankfully my mom didn't get sick until my third day of recuperation, so she completely took care of Lincoln.
My point to this (very drawn out) story: I was only able to take a small amount of pictures (to prove we weren't kidnapped, obviously) and the fact I hardly touched my phone didn't help. The few pictures that do exist will most likely have a short novel attached to them, in a feeble attempt to make up for what my camera missed.
As I slept off this deathly virus, Lincoln and my mom became BFF's (times 4,475). My mom became a living Pinterest on crack, every moment experimenting a new idea or exciting "diy" project. It reminded me of growing up, because my mom really rocked our childhood's socks off. I was also treated to the memory of her remarkable artistic talent (notice the "Wilson" painting). Now I know why I stick to "abstract art" when I paint...
Lincoln and I are still recuperating: Lincoln is dealing with the disappointment of leaving, while I deal with post-sickness lagging fatigue. Lincoln's is probably worse though! I don't think I'd be exaggerating to say that both Lincoln and I would've probably died if my mom wasn't there. So, phew! Close call...