The past few days have been a little weird for me. 

On Tuesday morning I drove my Nana and Papa to the airport. They had to be there early, so I picked them up at 5. I had a decent amount of sleep the night before (didn't get to bed as early as I hoped, but still had adequate rest). I woke up a minute before my alarm did not feeling that well. I felt warm and just...off. I took my temperature but was my normal (97.5) so I wrote it off. I had to stop at a gas station on the way to fill up my tank. As I was filling it up I suddenly had to throw up. I went to a trash can and threw up until I was done. A truck pulled in while I was doing that and the guy came over and asked if I was ok. He asked if I had the flu or something. I told him I didn't know. He asked if I wanted water or ginger ale. It crossed my mind then that he may have thought I was drunk considering it was 4:45 at a gas station. Oh well. I wasn't. I said thanks but I was ok and went over to my parents'. 

I got some water and Nana and Papa and we were off to the airport. I was feeling better by then so I thought I'd be fine. We got to the LA area and then I had to exit the freeway because I was starting to throw up. Nana and Papa felt really bad and bought me a Coke hoping that it'd make me feel better. We continued and I almost made it to the airport but had to stop again at a gas station when we exited. 

I took the PHC back so that I'd be able to stop quickly if I needed rather than find a nearest exit. I only had to stop one other time. Again someone asked if I was okay and if I needed water. I was over the idea of putting anything in my stomach again. But it's nice to know that people still care about complete strangers. I got home and threw up one more time. I didn't even have time to kick off my sandals after I got into our apartment.

I went straight to bed and crashed for 3 hours. I woke up and called in sick to work. I didn't work till 6:30 but I wanted to give them enough time to find a replacement since I didn't know if I'd be well enough to work. I took it easy the rest of the day. I ate some soup and Doug brought me juice to help keep me hydrated. But I didn't throw up again. And I was fine the next day. And no, I'm not pregnant. For sure. And I don't think it was food poisoning? Doug ate everything that I did except for a can of soup, but I didn't think you could get sick from a can of soup that doesn't expire for 2 years. Either way it was a pretty miserable morning. I just wanted to get home and go to sleep.

My back has still been bothering me so I made an appointment to see my doctor today. Just to rule out anything serious going on since I didn't have a trauma to it and haven't had problems before. She checked me out and everything is ok. She said that backs can be in pain from 3 days to 3 months. I hope I don't have trouble for 3 months. She just advised trying to rest it, put heat on it (although yesterday and today I've had better luck with ice), take Aleve, and she prescribed some muscle relaxants for night time. I was glad that they were cheap (go Target pharmacy). It is feeling better today, but that can change pretty quickly.

Today I did a lot of errands and house stuff. Doug and I got the Christmas decorations put away (boo) and I did the laundry (boo again). I also made dinner. A friend of mine blogged about an enchilada lasagna that she made up and she was kind enough to send me the recipe. It was really good. Doug liked it too, except for the bell peppers. I cleaned up again and have felt like I'm putting stuff away all night. I keep finding little things to put away. I'm finally done for the day (I'll finish tomorrow before our friends come over). 


                                                                  The Enchilada Lasagna

So it's been a weird couple of days. Not bad. Just off. I feel like stuff is re-settling again, like I'm needing to readjust, but I don't know what exactly I'm adjusting to. 

Nana and I got to hang out on Monday at my apartment. She loved that Luna and I matched

Cuddling with Nana

My parents got her a toy from the dollar section for Christmas. It used to be attached to a stick, and it used to look kind of like a fish (Reagan insisted it was a mouse). This was when there was still cotton in it. Now it's just the fabric shell. But she still loves it and plays with it and brings it to us to throw. 

Helping me with laundry tonight. She loves all boxes, including our laundry basket. She'll play in them and jump in and out. She cracks us up

On Monday also there was an awesome sunset. I kept having to take another picture cause it got prettier and prettier

I love our new life and the shape that it's taking. Doug and I are excited for Saturday because we don't have work. We've designated it as a "lazy day." We'll have to see how that goes. I'm not very good at lazy days. When I have a day that I don't have to do anything, I fill it with stuff, and sometimes that bums Doug out cause he wanted a "do nothing day." We've just learned that we have different definitions of what a lazy day consists of.

Now I'm off to take some medicine and get some sleep :)