Sickie

The past few weeks have been phsyco to say the least. Staying up late, no home cooked meals, christmas shopping, early work schedule then there was Wednesday night. I was working all day and Dayton was running errands and he went to get his haircut but our cute cousin Chey. So I get a text around 3pm and he says "I feel sick" (mind you we're supposed to be leaving to a wedding in Calfiornia in 11 hrs) He said he felt like he was going to throw up, chills, stuffy nose, the works. GREAT. I'm at work not able to take care of him and he's feeling crappy.   So he headed home from his hair cut and I order him immediate nap time.  So I get off work had to get some of his Christmas presents and wedding shoes, then my sister Liana was at the mall so she helped pick out clothes yada yada yada. Next thing I know its 9pm we've shopped, eaten Chik Fil A and Dayton texts me saying "honey, where are you"? I find out after a phone call to him that he slept for maybe thirty minutes and has been nurseless for hours. I WAS GUILT STRICKEN. Seriously, I suck.

I speed home and walk in the door and noticed he wasn't in HIS chair in the front room. I call for him and hear a faint "Honey" from the back room. I drop my stuff and run back thinking I'll find him in our bed.  NOPE. He's barely consious on the bathroom floor. I can't even describe what I was thinking. I was panicked and helpless. It was like my own personal horror movie. He told me had just thrown up several times. He was GHOSTLY white, sweating prefusely, shaking uncontrollably, freezing, and delirious.  I ran and got water to rehydrate him and tried to move him off the bathroom floor. He needed to sit and gather himself. 

We then moved him to the bed. My poor guy was shaking so hard and I grabbed my heater blanket and wrapped him tight.  I started making phone calls to get advice from the pros. My moms.  Online reserach was hopeless because literally every sickness in the world has the symptoms he had.  I ran to the store to get a thermometor and yellow gatorade per my patient's request.  Thankfully when I got home he was feeling better and shaking had stopped.  He demanded that we not miss the wedding and assured me he would be ready to drive by 4am.

Hm, so I'm realizing this is the most anti-climactic story ever. No, we didn't go to the ER and he's still alive, infact we went to the wedding despite my best efforts to make him stay in bed all day. He's such a loyal friend its ridiculous.  But the whole thing was freaking scary. I asked him later if he thought it was food poisoning and he goes "I have a confession"..."Great, what?!"..."I had Wendy's this afternoon and when I was eating my fries I noticed a hair on my finger but I just thought it was mine." hahaha I could have killed him. SO GROSS.

So that's my story that I hope to never relive. But I'm glad he's home asleep now after driving all yesterday morning and then turned right around and drove all night maybe six hours later so I didn't miss work today. How he's still functioning and able to walk me to my car early this morning and blow kisses like he always does I'll never know but seriously people, I'm the luckiest person on this planet.