dewy is nurse nelly

I'm NEVER sick. Ever. Except last weekend.

Thursday night while I was at work I started feeling not-my-best. I figured it was probably just from staring at a computer screen all day. When I got off work at 7 I sped home, sprinted into the house not even closing the front door, and landed straight in front of the toilet to throw up. Awesome. Good news is, I felt a little better. For a minute.

Dewy wanted to go swim at my parent's house so we headed over there. I was going to sit and watch while he played in the water. Mom came outside begging me to accompany her on her journey to Plain City where my sister was to be going to a party. Fine. I made mom pull over and let me throw up to my sister's horror. Sorry.

After dropping her off we got back to my mom's and Dewy took me home. We stopped at Smith's Grocery Store and Dewy ran in to get some coke and saltine crackers that hopefully would settle my stomach. I stayed in the car. For a minute. About 2.36 minutes after he left I bolted from the car over to a pile of rocks where I let it fly again. A family walked by during my episode. The kids stared. Oops. Sorry Smith's. Dewy came out to find his wife bawling her eyes out muttering

{I WANNA GO HOME}

Dewy took me home where once again I bolted inside and threw up. He made me a tub and poured me a glass of Coke accompanied with a plate of crackers. I bathed and laid on the floor until the next episode hit at which time Dewy was right beside me rubbing my back and shoulders. I was grateful for the gesture, comforted by his presence, and abhorred that I was barfing in front of him. Classy. I threw up every 15 minutes all night long and into the morning on Friday. I missed Jace's wedding ceremony in Salt Lake, recorded and watched Mean Girls on HBO, and sucked on saltine crackers. I still have no idea what the problem was.