The weekend in Connecticut

Husband's grandparents were having their 60th wedding anniversary this past weekend, so we loaded up our crew and headed to CT for the big party. The day before we left, Cam started throwing up everywhere. She felt awful and laid around, but by that night she seemed okay... so we went ahead. We leave Saturday at 6am and fly all day. Both kids behavior? Perfection. Buddha sat in his seat and read magazines. Cam attacked Husband repeatedly. On the last leg of the flight, I start feeling nauseous. I assume it's the hot air in the airplane, the bumpy turbulence... We rent a car and drive an hour to the gparents' house. We quickly throw on our nice clothes, and I eat a quick ham sandwich to help settle my stomach. We go to the party.

10 minutes in, I feel sick.

20 minutes in, I start throwing up.

At one point, I threw up so forcefully that the puke hit the toilet water and made the toilet water splash up and hit me on the forehead. I thought it would burn or something, I thought I would die. Instead, I continued to vomit.

People are staring. Asking if I'm okay.

Husband takes me back to the gparents' house where I proceed to plant my arse on their couch and remain there for a good 24 hours. Except when I got up to throw up some more. I thought about the splash of toilet water ALL NIGHT, as I sat on the couch. I couldn't lie down or lie on my side, both sent me puking. I couldn't sleep. My entire body was sore. There was no brushing of teeth, washing of face... only me on an old couch in the middle of nowhere, with a splash of public toilet water on my forehead. At one point I wondered if I could wear my retainer. The thought of it sent me to the toilet.

It just never ended. Only now do I feel better.