No, I'm not homesick. I'm at home, in Renfrew, and I've been sick. Deadly sick. 36 hours living on the couch and in the bathroom while every ounce [not a lie] of anything inside me empties itself sick.
And the pain. The pain of being on a couch for that long, added to the general flu pain. This all started in the middle of the Thurs-Fri night. Then I vomited for 12 hours. Then I slept on and off. I missed church, I forced mom's dinner plans to be moved from our house to grandma's, and I didn't go out with my friends that night. Then I started to feel a bit better, so Fri-Sat night, I miraculously got 8 hours of sleep. Then I stayed on the couch 4 more hours watching TV as I had for the previous 32 hours. Then I finally got up and had a shower.
The shower exhausted me, and I had to have some water and sit down for a little bit. Then I brushed my teeth, which make me work up a bit of a sweat. Isn't being sick fun?
After that, Alison and I visited our cousin Cheryl [a quick visit]. Then we went with Momma to the grocery store so I could buy more food to take back to Ottawa, since I let my stockpile run out since I was going to be coming home.
Then, we were off to the Quebec side, near Pembroke [which is on the Ontario side] to my aunt's sweetass house on the Ottawa River [NOTE: spellcheck totally allowed the word 'sweetass'] for mom's family dinner. There were only like 20 of us, which is a small gathering for that family, but it was super fun. Great time had by all. I even ate some food. Smallest holiday meal of my life. And it totally filled me. I'm still full and we ate almost 7 hours ago. Good lord.
I may have some pictures from this to post when I get back to Ottawa on Sunday or Monday. We'll see. I hope everyone else has had a good weekend!