The fun we had in Rogers was dampened by only one thing--the fact that Saturday night I become ill... It started with a serious session of vomiting, immediately followed by a hardcore body shaking, skin burning, fever. We ruled out food poisoning right away, as we'd all eaten the same stuff in pretty much that last 24 hours... So, it seems to have been just a really unfortunate bout of a quick GI bug.
Because of the fever on Saturday night, I didn't really log more than a couple hours of restless, uncomfortable sleep. As I crawled out of bed on Sunday morning, I seriously considered crawling back in. I could barely see straight, could hardly drink any fluids, and couldn't even stand the thought of eating anything--how was I going to drive the 10 hours to Chattanooga feeling like this?
The only saving grace was that Joslyn had been a great traveler so far. Into to and out of her car seat with minimal fussing, food and fresh diaper every couple hours--she was great! But, that day, neither of us could make the 10 hours, managing about 7 before we stopped at the Nashville La Quinta for the night.
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