worst day ever

Well, maybe not ever, but pretty bad.

Yesterday was Brandon's first day of finals, and he had a killer hard test at about 7:30 pm. He had planned to get up and head to the libray, spend all day reviewing, take his test, and come home. But apparently life had other plans. (Warning: If you don't want to read about gross things, stop here.)

At 3 am the night before, I started puking. And I ran to the toilet to throw up about once every 2 hours the rest of the night and well into the morning. The bad kind too. Like shaking and crying and sweating (Daisy, like morning sickness. I know we've had this conversation before). It was horrific. Shortly after he woke up, Brandon started feeling queasy too, and was soon hugging the other porcelain throne.

Oh, it gets worse.

Then the tornadoes started. A really bad one touched down less than a mile from our apartment, so we spent a little while hiding out in the closet. (mind you, at this point, Brandon only had 2 hours till his test.) The storms passed us finally, and Brandon headed to the school, only to have to get up and run to the bathroom halfway through, you guessed it, to upchuck.

He got home, and our wonderful friend, Dave, came over to give us blessings. That really helped! Today, we are much better, almost back to 100%! And Portia still shows no signs of sickness, so all is well now!