The Eye of Kris

It was a rough weekend. On Friday night, about 9 PM, I started feeling a little ill. It was a little bit of everything - headache, upset stomach, dizziness, etc. Within a few hours it was nasty. Really nasty. I'll spare you the details but I spent a lot of time sitting on the bathroom floor during the night.

Saturday, I was out of it. I pretty much laid in bed all day trying to sleep. Mary went out early and got me some Gatoraid and stuff like that. I was able to hold things down, but couldn't really stand to eat or drink much. I initially thought it was some sort of bug, and hoped it would pass after 24 hours so that I would be able to go to church on Sunday, but late Saturday night I was still feeling pretty crummy.

Sunday, Mary woke me up a little before she left to give me one last chance to decide I felt good enough to go. I really hated to miss church, and especially teaching my Sunday School class. But I was really out of it and didn't feel like I could get up very quickly, let alone get ready to leave in time.

Mary taught the class, which I think turned into more of a discussion time. I had given her my lesson notes on Saturday when I started to realize that I might not make it, but she was spending so much time taking care of me and the boys that she didn't really have time to get familiar with them or to prepare something of her own. She said it went pretty well, though, and I'm sure everyone understood the unforseen circumstances.

I watched the main service on-line. They've upgraded the internet broadcast recently, and it looked and sounded as good as a typical TV broadcast (in my opinion), without any skipping or delays. That's a big improvement over the last time I watched the service over the internet.

By the time Mary and the boys got home, I was feeling good enought to eat a little lunch, but I still couldn't sit up for very long and I ended up sleeping most of the afternoon. Once again Mary took care of the boys and made sure I had plenty to drink by the bed. She's a good wife.

I got up this morning and still felt a little bit "not right", but I decided I was well enough to go to work and I would see how the day went. I'm always a little hesitant to go back to work too soon after being sick, because I don't want to be the one that brings something contagious into the office and spreads it to others. I had a couple of important meetings that I needed to be at today, though, so I decided to risk it.

When I got in to the office, I found out that two of my co-workers had enjoyed the same exact experience over the weekend. We figured that it must have been food poisoning from a particular restaurant (which I won't name) that we had eaten at on Thursday, and when the fourth member of our dining party came in to work and told us about his great weekend, we felt pretty confident that we had discovered the source.

So, the good news is - it's not anything contagious. I would hate to think of the rest of my family having to go through that. The bad news is that this sort of thing usually lingers a while. Please pray that I get over it quickly. I'm well enough to eat and work and function, but I still feel a bit queasy and weak. The worst of it is definitely over, though.

Man, that was a rough weekend.