What a day...What a week!

Josh, James, and I went to the Starbucks drive-through tonight to get some drinks. When we got up to the window, the girl asked us, "Have y'all had a good day today?" Josh and I looked at each other, laughed, and simultaneously said, "NO!"

We were supposed to be going on a Costa Rican cruise for a week together (w/o James), starting tomorrow, but James and I came down with the flu this week! It started on Monday for me, with my eyes just hurting. Then my head hurt and my body ached that night. Tuesday, my nose starting running and I had chills. That's when I knew I might have the flu. Since we were going on a trip, I went to the doctor immediately and he put me on Tamiflu. James started showing the same symptoms that night, so he started right away.

I started feeling better on Wednesday night (so much so that I went ahead and packed for the trip...almost my whole closet is on our bedroom floor), Thursday, I got all showered and dressed for the day, thinking I'd get a lot of errands run and things done around the house, but my body told me otherwise. I got all the way to the mall and realized I didn't have enough energy to get out of the car all of a sudden! I drove back home and cried because I felt so miserable.

Meanwhile, James was doing okay, but then took a turn for the worse last night. His fever spiked and he looked pathetic. I made us another appointment to make sure we weren't getting a secondary infection. We got a bad feeling about the trip, but felt like we'd know more after the doctor today.

I woke up today feeling no better, if not worse. James was just about the same. Our doctor told me today that he was afraid I had the kind of flu that will just zap my energy for weeks (ugh!). James seemed more energetic by the time we were at the doctor. He took an X-ray of both of us, and said that James looked fine, but I had bronchitis now.

I prayed before we went that God would give the doctor the wisdom to tell us whether or not we should go, and the doctor said one thing that really scared us: that kids btwn the ages of 6 mo and 36 mo have just as many complications of the flu as the elderly, so he could take a turn for the worse and need to be hospitalized at any moment. That was it for us! We made the decision to stay back and lose the trip. It was extremely disappointing, to say the least, but we know that for some reason, God wants us right where we are this week!

I feel good knowing that James will not be sad (you want your mama when you're sick), and I don't think I'd have the energy to enjoy this trip. I feel worst for Josh, who worked hard to earn the trip and is feeling just fine, but we're going to try to do something special soon.

So that's why we laughed so hard at the girl asking us if we'd had a good day. She did feel sorry for us and gave us a free cookie! Also, I'm convinced that James knew we were leaving and then knew today that we were staying. He has been so happy and affectionate, scrunching up his nose a lot, giving us the biggest smiles his face can take. That's a great reward right there!