I am back in Kansas. Rural Kansas this time. I flew in early yesterday to catch up my college friends, who I always miss terribly. It's been so nice to be here so far. Kim and I drove through the flint hills to her little home in Ellsworth, and today we're taking it easy until we head out to Beloit. We're going to visit the county fair to see some golden retriever puppies her family has there and look around town a bit. I wanted to scope out the hall where Kim's reception will be held so I can envision the decoration ideas for her wedding in October. I think we'll be doing some wedding-related odds and ends at some point today as well. Saturday is Kim's bachelorette party in Manhattan, and I cannot wait to see everyone again!
Jonathan is working and taking care of the animals back home, and I do miss him. I am past the point of being able to control my nausea, which is present in waves throughout the entire day (and sometimes night) now, and Jonathan is very good at taking care of me when I turn into a crying, whiny sick person. For all my efforts to be prepared and think of places to be sick privately, it was all out the window yesterday as I lost my ginger ale as I was deboarding the plane in Memphis... so everyone had to walk around me as I'm standing there soaking my flip-flop covered feet in vomit. Pleasant, no? The only good thing about puking the very instant I stepped OFF the plane was that I had to board that exact same plane just a few minutes later to go to Wichita. So I wasn't stuck on the plane that someone had just ralphed on. The bad thing was that no one cleaned up my mess all over the walkway (it was on the very end part where they could have just hosed it off - you could see outside and such, not the enclosed carpeted part). So everyone boarding the plane to Wichita walked through it. Gross, eh? I seem to have a pattern of puking in public. Very much in public. But I'm told that the nausea goes away by week 13 or so, which means only six more weeks of feeling horrible almost all the time! Yaaay?
Alright, enough sitting up for me.
Jonathan is working and taking care of the animals back home, and I do miss him. I am past the point of being able to control my nausea, which is present in waves throughout the entire day (and sometimes night) now, and Jonathan is very good at taking care of me when I turn into a crying, whiny sick person. For all my efforts to be prepared and think of places to be sick privately, it was all out the window yesterday as I lost my ginger ale as I was deboarding the plane in Memphis... so everyone had to walk around me as I'm standing there soaking my flip-flop covered feet in vomit. Pleasant, no? The only good thing about puking the very instant I stepped OFF the plane was that I had to board that exact same plane just a few minutes later to go to Wichita. So I wasn't stuck on the plane that someone had just ralphed on. The bad thing was that no one cleaned up my mess all over the walkway (it was on the very end part where they could have just hosed it off - you could see outside and such, not the enclosed carpeted part). So everyone boarding the plane to Wichita walked through it. Gross, eh? I seem to have a pattern of puking in public. Very much in public. But I'm told that the nausea goes away by week 13 or so, which means only six more weeks of feeling horrible almost all the time! Yaaay?
Alright, enough sitting up for me.
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