..and feeling better.

So, it turns out that I didn’t have a cold.

It was some stomach virus.

Of course, it also laid me up in the hotel room for almost two days.  I’ll tell you what’s worse than being sick at home:  It’s being sick in a strange hotel room mere thousands of feet from the Happiest Place on Earth.  But what are you going to do I say?

On the second day of being sick, I summoned my energy to get into the park to renew our annual passes.  It was tough, and I thought I wasn’t going to make it (requiring a visit from the Disney nurse, who was very nice.), but I did.

Then, when we got back into town, the wife started getting the exact same symptoms, so I knew it was me and my wussy body.  After taking her to urgent care, they said yeah, it’s a stomach virus, no, there is nothing we can do, and here’s a shot to stop the vomiting.  Lucky her.

So now we’re back, and just resting, enjoying the tasty BRAT diet, and getting ready to go back to work tomorrow.

In the meantime, enjoy the pictures from the trip, including the beach, on my Flickr page, here.