Here's my quick extended weekend update:
Friday night men's group was fulfilling as always with discussion about friends making foolish choices, how to help, what difference will it make. It was a much deeper discussion than that brief synopsis implies.
Saturday went running with the wife, spent some time catching up with Anna and her trip to the monastery in Guatemala, watched Dead Man Walking, napped, went to J&A's to visit with some old friends. Then watched Little Miss Sunshine. Good movies, good times. And then it all went downhill.
I woke up some time around 3:00 in the morning, with a crappy feeling in my stomach. So I got out of bed and took a dump, thinking this would solve the problem. Two hours later, I got up to do the same. At 7:00, I woke up for the third time and tried to poop again, but it was like water coming out. My stomach still felt terrible, so I reluctantly allowed myself to puke. I hate vomiting. But I thought for sure I would be fine after that. One hour later, I got up to dry heave. Then went back to bed and sweat for the next two hours.
I missed church, which really stinks, especially this time of year. I crawled out of bed to watch a Colts game. Big mistake (more on that later). Then felt too crappy to welcome my brother and his wife, who flew in from California for the holidays. I was miserable.
Then Christmas morning, I didn't feel a whole lot better. By this time, I had eaten half a bowl of Ramen noodles in the past 36 hours. I missed out on church again, which really is really disappointing. It's frustrating to spend 40 days preparing for something and then not being able to participate in the feast. So I took a two hour nap around 9:00, and when I woke up, I miraculously felt better. It was so weird.
So then we had Christmas with my folks and family. Lots of good food that I had to stuff into my shrunken stomach. After that, we ran over to the wife's side of the family for more food and presents. It was nice to be with all the family for Christmas. I'm trying not to take it for granted.
So that was my Christmas weekend. It's tough being back at work.