Ugh. I woke up this morning dizzy--like not being able to walk a straight line dizzy--and nauseous. I threw up for the first time in years. I've slept most of the day, and still have a dull headache and my stomach is queasy.
Part of me thinks it's a migraine again, but it could also be a stomach flu that's been going around. I haven't felt that great for the past couple of days. On Sunday I had a horrible run where I just didn't feel good at all and walked most of it. Then yesterday I woke up feeling yucky, but thought sweating it out at the gym would work. Still felt off most of the day, but nothing too bad. Then today, wham!
I hate getting sick! And I missed pumpkin patch day today at PBs school, which made me so, so sad. My husband was able to go, but still...
On the housing front, we have two couples circling our house--one quite seriously who intends to decide by week's end. I hope, hope, pray, pray this is it. I hesitate even putting it out there for fear of jinxing it, but figured the prayers and well wishes you all can (please!) send our way will outweigh that.
Speaking of prayers, I can't stop thinking about all those poor families in San Diego and what they must be going through. And how, if things had just gone a little differently, we would be there now.
The same week my husband accepted his job here in Orlando, he was offered another one at Callaway Golf in the San Diego area. We had a realtor working with us and everything. It was a REALLY hard decision to make, but eventually being close to his family won out. I can't only imagine what we would be doing right now if we had chosen differently.