Something you don’t want when you are preparing to move, food poisoning, but I will come back to that in a bit. Friday was a great day. My last day at work was busy, but I made it through alright. It was gratifying to be the recipient of a great many well wishes for my future. I am going to miss a lot of people from there, if not the job itself. Friday night Tanya ended her Minnesota trip with a short visit to the folks in Rochester. It was great to get to see her, as well as Mara and Karla. It seemed rather short though, as we had to be in Minneapolis the next morning at 10 AM to look for an apartment. We decided to go with one at the Gates at Carlson Center. Right before we signed the paperwork we went out to lunch with the gal giving us the apartment tour at place called El Azteca. Remember this as it becomes important later on in our story. So we were done by early afternoon and decided to go on over to our friend Shari’s place since she was hasting a McGuyver party that evening. Both Brian and I were worn out, so he took a little nap over at Mary’s apartment at the beginning of the party, and once he was awake, I took a little nap. Brian woke me up around 10 PM for us to head on home.
Once we got into the car I mentioned that I was feeling a little queasy, but thought I would be ok for the drive. Then we got a little further down the road and I thought we should stop at our normal gas stop in Invergrove Heights so I could use the facilities. After that i thought I would be fine, but let Brain know that I would warn him if I needed him to pull the car over for any reason. I don’t know how much further we got down the road before I was frantically letting him know that we needed to pull over to the side of the road NOW! According to Brain he was in the left hand lane, and had to floor the accelerator in order to pass some guy pacing him in the right, so he could whip into the right lane and pull over to the side. All I can remember is what seemed like five liters of fluids coming out of my mouth at a very high velocity…twice. Brain was a champ, at one point trying to clean me up with some napkins we had handy, that is until I told him “not yet.” The only positive thing I have to say about the whole vomiting experience was that I felt about 300% better after it, but that still left me feeling about 600% worse than normal. I spent Sunday in bed and the bathroom, I now weigh seven pounds less than I did on Friday and the first thing I was able to eat since Saturday night was at about 10 PM Sunday.
We are having carpeting installed this morning, and the Junk-B-Gone guys have already been by to pick up some old nasty furniture for the dump. I have already reserved a U-haul for the minor amount of furniture we are moving into the new apartment. Once the carpet installers are gone I will go get some boxes. Dad is coming down in the morning to help me pack things up, and hopefully this Sunday will be the only set back for the move.