Danny and I have been combating the flu for the past week. At first it had its perks. I got to stay home from work and sleep all day. I persuaded Danny into watching the movie “Persuasion” and finally beat him at the game Rummikub. (Apparently he wasn’t thinking completely clear while sick. Either that, or he is just really nice.) But as days wore on and so did the illness I was getting bored at home and annoyed with the inability to eat more than just crackers. I had high hopes that I would be better by the weekend, as I had a whole day of fun planned for Saturday to embrace the Christmas season. Since I was feeling a little better on Friday night, I had reason to think this was a possibility.
However, I woke up Saturday morning nauseous and with the pains in my stomach I have become quite used to. (For your sake, I will stop there on the details.) I texted my friend, Talena, to cancel our breakfast plans and went back to bed in tears as frustration and disappointment set in. I don’t think Danny’s past roommates used to lie on his bed crying (the joys he now has that come with living with a girl); however, he handled the situation well and rubbed my back. After four more hours of sleep and a blessing from Danny, I actually felt good enough to eat some toast and got ready for the day.
Still not wanting to miss out on some of the festive plans, Danny and I took nice doses of Pepto-Bismol and Ibuprofen and headed to The Festival of Trees. We didn’t stay too long, (the flu was still our boss and dictating our plans at this point) but we did see the gingerbread houses and about half of the trees. Some of our favorites are below.
The Superhero one made me think of all my cute little nephews.
After the Festival of Trees, we went to our ward dinner. We decided we needed to go, because we need to make friends in our ward. We sat at a table of 20-something couples and got to know a few people. The ward put on the most extravagant ham dinner with cupcakes that were artwork and Italian sodas. However, Danny and I stuck with eating rolls and potatoes. Our new friends probably think we have dietary needs. The night ended with an evening of jamming with Danny and some of his friends. Hopefully videos of that event coming soon. So my prayers of wanting a festive day were answered with a little help of a priesthood blessing, a kind husband and modern medicine.
However, I woke up Saturday morning nauseous and with the pains in my stomach I have become quite used to. (For your sake, I will stop there on the details.) I texted my friend, Talena, to cancel our breakfast plans and went back to bed in tears as frustration and disappointment set in. I don’t think Danny’s past roommates used to lie on his bed crying (the joys he now has that come with living with a girl); however, he handled the situation well and rubbed my back. After four more hours of sleep and a blessing from Danny, I actually felt good enough to eat some toast and got ready for the day.
Still not wanting to miss out on some of the festive plans, Danny and I took nice doses of Pepto-Bismol and Ibuprofen and headed to The Festival of Trees. We didn’t stay too long, (the flu was still our boss and dictating our plans at this point) but we did see the gingerbread houses and about half of the trees. Some of our favorites are below.
The Superhero one made me think of all my cute little nephews.
After the Festival of Trees, we went to our ward dinner. We decided we needed to go, because we need to make friends in our ward. We sat at a table of 20-something couples and got to know a few people. The ward put on the most extravagant ham dinner with cupcakes that were artwork and Italian sodas. However, Danny and I stuck with eating rolls and potatoes. Our new friends probably think we have dietary needs. The night ended with an evening of jamming with Danny and some of his friends. Hopefully videos of that event coming soon. So my prayers of wanting a festive day were answered with a little help of a priesthood blessing, a kind husband and modern medicine.
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