We might have chucked it all and gone back home, but we were delivering a small granddaughter (who had been with us for 3 days) to her cousin's home for a visit. Her parents are celebrating 3 years of marriage and my daughter's birthday, and will be away for 3-4 days. As much as I love that little girl, I was determined to leave her with her cousins! Having been under the weather for a week, I was exhausted by her very presence. So, we persevered, arriving later than we'd planned, tired and hungry.
I had no more than entered the door, when the clarion call came and I had to rush to the bathroom. I thought that my illness of the previous 8 days had abated, but nooooooooooo, it had roared back full force. I will not bore you nor embarrass myself further with the icky details, but suffice it to say I spent the better part of the next 2 hours in my daughter-in-law's bathroom. She was kind enough to prepare a pan of plain, white rice for me, in addition to the nice dinner she made for the family. After a while, my stomach settled down and I was able to sleep well.
Sunday, I didn't want to brave going to their swim club with them, so I stayed on the couch with the TV remote, a blanket and two chihuahuas to keep me company. Eventually, we drove back home, and luckily, the eastbound traffic was fast moving. We arrived without incident and were welcomed by two kitties who didn't know whether to act happy to see us - or be mad because we had left them alone for a night!
Edit: I have a story at Ronni's site today as well. See it here:On a lighter note (pun intended) the scale shows I have lost seven pounds! There's a silver lining to every cloud - it you will but look for it!!