Sunday
Jun 29th, 2008

May

So, that catches us up to the beginning of May, when nothing really happened. I did successfully start devouring pho and ramen with chopsticks and I had some spam sushi for the first time, but aside from food the majority of the month was spent in repose while Jason was holed in the office working.

However, for Memorial Day weekend I decided at the last minute to fly home to Oklahoma for a family bbq and Emily’s wedding. And by last minute I bought the ticket Thursday night for a flight the next night. There are no direct flights from SEA to TUL so if I wanted to make it to the family bbq from 1 to 8 I had to choose the overnight flight because the earliest flight on Saturday didn’t land until 3:10 CST.

My itinerary was like this:
-Leave Seattle at 9:55pm PST on a Delta 757.
-Arrive in Atlanta at 5:37am EST
-Leave Atlanta at 8:30am EST on a small canadair jet
-Arrive in Tulsa at 9:36am CST

It was my first overnight flight. I was in the row right behind the exit row in the middle. When I booked it also showed as the only available seat. So, I was uncomfortable, but it was for a reason, and I was able to sleep some until I woke up an hour outside of Atlanta with a bad sore throat and freezing. This lead to mild delusion while in the Atlanta airport. I ate a muffin and downed a large dr pepper and felt like shit. I boarded my flight to Tulsa, and the home on leave Army kid next to me agreed that it was a window down sleep all the way home kind of morning. My mom picked me up, I went back and slept, loaded up on caffeine and felt like shit on the drive to Tahlequah.

I said hi to everyone in the family, met all the new kids that hatched in the last couple of years, met my cousin Sara’s future husband Bo, and eventually had to leave because I had bad chills and kept getting caught in water gun fights. I felt so sick that there was no way I could make the trip into town to see my dad, and was also worried about being turned away because of the sickness.

Sunday I felt like death.

Monday I had a wedding to get to, for my Emily and her now husband Ryan. The first time I met Ryan I’m not sure I met him because they spent all night long making out and rubbing noses. I’m glad to see it hasn’t stopped. The wedding was at club style house outside of Catoosa, OK with a lovely lawn and rustic interior. Another beautiful outdoor wedding (with gunshot blasts and roosters crowing in the background. Oklahoma!). It was good to see Dana and meet his new girlfriend, and great to see Ryan and Megan before they left for Japan. Everything at the wedding was sea foam green, and I was dying to have some cake but it felt like razorblades when I swallowed. Eeech. Everything did at this point.

So Ryan and I chilled outside for a bit where I noticed little red dots covering my sandaled feet that I desperately tried to hide. Allergic reaction to Oklahoma grass is all, right? I only had time for a quick lunch and Pina Colada after the wedding before I had to hit my flight home. Another Canadair jet to Salt Lake City, 3 hour layover then another beautiful 757 to Seattle and my Jason (who had his own family adventure that weekend.)

I get to Salt Lake City and I can barely talk. I’m starving and I can barely eat. I pickup souvenir glasses and my hands hurt so bad I nearly drop them, but that’s nothing because my feet sting in a million places with every step I take that I’ve already put myself in so much pain walking around the god damn 500 mile terminal that I don’t care. I buy a whopper and a diet coke and I buy a shot and a pint glass. And then I call Jason and quietly whisper that I think I have some sort of virus but I don’t want anyone to hear me because I’m paranoid they might quarantine me from flying, however crazy it may be. The internet gave me 2 options, Rheumatoid Fever or Hand, Foot and Mouth disease.

It’s Tuesday and I call in sick because I just can’t live at this point and I finally get to see my doctor. Then she laughs at me when she tells me it’s Hand, Foot and Mouth disease. I should have had it when I was a toddler. There’s nothing she can do. Just take some Tylenol and she doesn’t think I should be contagious anymore. I was always sick as a child. How the hell did I miss this one?