So, I wrote a post about how awesome my husband is here.
He is still awesome.
Our “anniversary”, got ever so slightly less awesome, though. Although it is a good story.
So, as I said before, our real anniversary isn’t until Friday, but I’m on call this weekend and Patrick’s brother is visiting, so we figured it is just a day, so we’ll celebrate early.
We were leaving town to go out to grab coffee and then supper and (surprise!) Inn (that I have been wanting to check out since we first drove past it a couple years ago) for the night when we stopped for a car stopping in front of us (on what is a really busy main city street). I watched the van behind us stop just in time. I then heard a car run into said van and said van ran into us.
Happy Anniversary, you’ve just been rear-ended. In fact, you are the front car of a three car pile up.
Nobody was hurt, thank goodness. Chuck wasn’t hurt either. He just had a couple scratches on his bumper that buffed right out. The van and the car behind us on the other hand were pretty dented up, but still drivable. So, we had to wait for the police and the “quick” reports that took almost an hour.
And only minutes from the nearest Starbucks. I could have walked there, but instead I just stood there and played 2048 (awesome game, by the way) and listened to the one of the passengers from the van behind us and the guy driving the car who hit us all catch up because as it turns out, they were neighbours (we seriously learned all the neighbourhood gossip from the old dude who had a heart attack the other night to who is going to college where).
So, eventually, we get sent on our way and grab coffee and go get supper.
I promptly feel terribly sick after supper. It shouldn’t be that surprising, I wasn’t feeling well the day before or even that day, but it hit me like a ton of bricks after I ate (timing is impeccable). It was bad enough Patrick had to go buy me Gravol. And he had gotten us a room with a jacuzzi as a part of some last minute special. We spent much of the night with me curled up hyperventilating (sometimes a change in your PaCO2 will alter vomiting signal in your brain… I really hate throwing up) and watching the Muppets movie (thankfully, this is one of Patrick’s favourites).
I eventually felt well enough that I though the worst had passed and decided we should try out that jacuzzi. Because that was a selling point for Patrick. And because we were there now. And I already ruined most of the night. I hate hot water. Between that and being still sick, I almost passed out.
The place we stayed was actually really nice and had a pool (that we didn’t use) and a good restaurant (that I feel I didn’t get to thoroughly enjoy). I would like to one day go back not sick and not sore from being run into an enjoy it. And getting to chill with the spouse and watch Muppets was actually a good night minus the blinding nausea.
We spent Saturday going for a short drive, then napping and reading until Child and D came over for games. It was a much better day, even if I still wasn’t feeling great. I read 2 books and we tried out our new Wii game.
If I believed in karma, I would say it was karma for winning rock paper scissors to get our own cabin when we were away last weekend (because we were one of two couples not doing anything special just the two of us this summer) and then going “away” for our anniversary after all (at least that is what my guilty conscience says).
Patrick joked that for 5 years, we just really wanted to give the “for better, for worse” and “in sickness and in health” thing a good run for its money.
Either way, it makes for a good and memorable story.