I awake in the middle of the night, my head is a pulsing thumpfest. I’m thinking “Wow, I must be really dehydrated to have this bad of a headache from 5 stripes and a dirty banana.” I get out of bed to get some water in the bathroom and I feel extremely woozy – and not the pleasant variety. I get a big glass of water – they have one nice big 20-24oz plastic glass in the room – and I slug it down. Sweetie Pie asks how I am and says we’ll go get some Tylenol in the morning. I lie down and in a few minutes my mouth starts salivating, a little saltiness and I know what’s coming. Off to the bathroom I go again. It’s an ab racker so I’m thinking probably not the liquor but I lie down hoping it is and I’ll feel better soon. Now this is not romantic in the slightest but just let me say you really don’t want to have this happen when you’ve had ANY vinegary fish escoveitched and I had wolfed down the leftovers. Sweetie Pie is very comforting but I sleep uncomfortably, it does not get better. before dawn I manage to fall asleep.
I am awakened with “Sweetie, come take a look at this!” my blurry eyes come into focus to see Sweetie Pie leaning out over the verandah railing, her backdrop an impressionists dream of grays, blues, pinks, yellows and reds. Let me tell you, if you’re going to wake up feeling shiddy that’s the way to do it. I swerve out to the balcony and we hang out for a little bit watching light rise and darkness descend. I am in lousy shape. Sweetie Pie sends me back to bed. I feel bad. “Don’t worry, I’ll read my book on the verandah,” she smiles. HH had given her a brand new copy of The Hunger Games for the trip and she was hooked. “I’ll get us some coffee as soon as I see someone about,” she says. I’m in and out of consciousness for a good chunk of the morning. She gets us coffee, toast and eggs. I get up and try to eat but that turns into an epic fail. Back into bed I go. In and out again several times hoping the next waking moment will be without pain and nausea. At some point I think to grab the newbie list and give it to Sweetie Pie.
Every time I do awake, however, I am greeted with the view of Sweetie Pie reading her book on the verandah. If you have to be sick, that’s not a bad setup. I’ll be using that little mental picture the next time I’m down and out.
