Morphine's a helluva drug

This past week has been pretty crazy.

Our friends had a wedding over the weekend - I'm so happy for them! Thursday night we glued 150 menu cards together. Friday afternoon we had the rehearsal dinner, then spent the rest of the evening setting up tables and decorating. Saturday night the wedding was so beautiful - it looked like it was straight out of a Martha Stewart magazine. The only bummer was the weather. The temp got up to like 100 degrees and the guys of the wedding party were all in their dress blues. I was sweating enough in my dress, I can't imagine how hot they must have felt. But the wedding was all outside under the cover of trees, so there was a good breeze and once the sun set the temp cooled off nicely. We had so much fun talking with friends and I even got Hubby to dance with me :)

Now the crudy part: Hubby and I got sick from food poisoning Sunday morning :( I went to an ER because the stomach cramps hurt so bad. I got a shot of morphine and phenogren (sp?) then slept practically 36 hours straight. I still can't believe it's Wednesday. When I wasn't asleep (only if I had to take more medicine or go to the bathroom), I was literally stubbling around the house, falling into walls and doors like I was hammered drunk and I kept seeing things that weren't really there. Like once I went to pet what I thought was our dog, but instead just I smacked my hand down on the table. Hank wasn't anywhere near me. Or I'd think that Chris was sitting next to me on the couch, but when I'd try to say something to him I'd realize that he's really in the next room. Freaky.

Although I'm feeling a lot better today, I took an extra day off training to be on the safe side. Hoping to get my long ride up to 10 miles this week and my long run to 5 miles. I might even be really brave and go for 1000 yards in the pool. But for now, I'm going to go chill out on the couch and play Rock Band with Chris :)