POST CARMEL SICKNESS
We had a great weekend at Central this past weekend. We met a lot of the people, looked at houses and the service went really well. Saturdays practice revealed much rust on my part (7 years of inactivity on the worship leading front) but Sunday went really well. There was a lot of energy in the audience, everything seemed to flow quite nicely and it was fun. However, the weekend didn’t come off without a problem.
Saturday afternoon Adrienne started feeling sick. Her tummy was jacked up and it made itself evident when diaper time came around. We cancelled our dinner plans and stayed at the hotel (where Adrienne never sleeps well). After some convincing and blood curdling screaming she went down. And she slept like a baby (bad pun). But at 11 pm Katie woke up really sick. It’s really painful to watch a 3 year old little girl choking and struggling through this new physical hardship called throwing up. In the morning she just laid down on the chairs at church and didn’t move. We figured she had a 24-hour stomach thing.
We were right and she wasn’t the only one. As we left Indy Laura said, “You want to grab something to eat?” Uncharacteristically I responded, “No, I’m not really hungry.” By the time we had gotten back to Nashville, I started really feeling badly. Laura asked me, “Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?” I said, “No, I haven’t thrown up in years. It’s probably just diarrhea.” And it was until about 8 o’clock. I went to put a few things from the trip away under our bathroom sink. When I went to stand up, I immediately dove for the toilet. I have never thrown up like this. It kept coming and coming and coming and coming. At one point I called out for Laura. She came in turned on the light, saw what I was doing and quickly turned the light back off. “Can I help you?” she said. “No, no, I got it.” Then I continued to spray lung butter all over our poor commode. I sounded like Chewbacca singing under water. It was not pretty.
As Laura placed a wash cloth onto my head, I sarcastically said, “No, I haven’t thrown up in years.”
I woke up this morning, really sore, but feeling fine.
October 13, 2008 at 4:47 pm
Gross!!! I can’t believe you posted this! Tony, I don’t think people want to know *this* type of personal information.
October 13, 2008 at 8:29 pm
Dude, I was in Nashville and stopped at the Arby’s up on 65 north of the city. (Truckstop Arby’s). About 1/2 mile from the drive thru, I bit into a Arb-B-Q, and it was cold.
YUCK! I put it back in and didn’t eat anymore.
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At home I debated giving the rest to my dog, but decided not to.
4 hours later, all sheol broke loose.
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I had to go to the hospital (on top of the hill) on the northside of Briley toward Henderson(ville)?
BOTH ENDS.
They had to put me on an I.V. for 3 hours.
Don’t stop at that Arby’s on the northside, EVER……
(When you I read “Nashville” and “Barf” in the same context, this horrible memory came back to me…THANKS).
October 14, 2008 at 7:29 pm
I’m so sorry this happened at this time. Please don’t reconsider coming back. I thought you did a great job leading worship!!! And although I cannot speak for anyone else, I am totally psyched you and your family have decided to make this your new home. Can’t wait to see you again.
October 20, 2008 at 12:57 pm
Oh yeah, we want to know it and the more details the better. I know, some people are just sick twisted freaks!
October 23, 2008 at 12:38 pm
“I laugh.”