GIRLS TRIP TO MEXICO=FUNLESS
I know you have been waiting to hear about my exciting girls trip to Mexico. First I must warn you if you have a weak stomach stop reading!!!
I was not feeling very well last week. After I landed on Monday from Hawaii Hip hubby took me to the doctors where they gave me so meds for the hives and allergic reaction I was having to something. On Wednesday I started to feel much better. I really felt like I had turned the corner, boy was I wrong. I left to Cancun on Thursday morning at 7:00a.m. we arrived to the hotel around 11:00 and it was down hill from there. I started to feel really sick. We got something to eat thinking maybe I needed to eat. WRONG!!! SO, by 2:00 I am calling the airlines trying to find a flight home (yes, I felt that bad) So the first flight they had was on Saturday. I booked it and then called hip hubby were the tears started to flow, I begged him to find me a flight home or to please come and get me( yes, I felt that bad) Hip hubby tried his hardest but he could only get me a flight on Friday and I would have to change planes. I really just thought that I could not even change planes. So I stuck with the plan to come home on Saturday. My BFF Isabel changed her flight to come home with me... SO by 6:00 Thursday night we are trying to find the hotel doctor, but she had left for the day. I laid in bed and cried (yes, I felt that bad) By 8:00 I had fever, hives, chills and I thought I was going to die. Only to have 9:00 roll around and the puke-fest began. Thank god Michelle was up and she must have a cast iron tummy, cuz she was right there with me giving me cold rags and making sure I was o.k. I was praying to the porcelain gods and holding the trash can at the same time(if you know what I mean) Now, that you have such a pretty picture of me, let's just say I was up all night.
Michelle left Friday for a day with the other 15 girls and Isabel stayed with me. She found the doctor around 11:00 Friday morning ( I think in Mexico they don't start to work until 11:00)
she brought the doctor to our room and she was talking about having to put me in the hospital (yes, I was that bad) Isabel said "No Way, she is not going to a hospital in Mexico'', the doctor said it was a very good private hospital, My BFF said "No, I will carry her home before we go to the hospital", The doctor finally gave up once she saw she was not going to win that battle. SO she gave in an I.V. with something in it and she had some medicine delivered to my room. She said I should start to feel better by that night. WRONG.... I was still sick as a dog Friday morning. So Isabel when back the the doctor's office and the doctor started in with the hospital again, I think the Dr. forgot who she was dealing. Isabel told her to just give me something so she can stop praying to the porcelain gods, so we can make the flight home the next day. SO she had something else sent to the room and I was taking medicine that I could not read the label.
Needless to say, I made the flight on Saturday and of course it was 1 hour delayed, I was jacked up meds and immodium. I made what felt like the longest flight of my life (remember I just flew to Hawaii for 8 hours and this seemed twice as long. Hip hubby was waiting for me at the airport and I cried when I saw him, I was just so happy to be home. (with American doctors)
I come home to find that 3 of the 4 boyz were all sick, too. Which normally would upset me, but I was kind happy that they were sick, so now I could stop think that I had a medical illness and I was going to die. I laid in bed all day yesterday and I am feeling much better today. (but, I have said that before, so I am being very cautious)
So, the shopping girl that I am still managed to spend $540.00 while laying in bed and praying to the porcelain gods. I know, it is a very proud moment.