ANOTHER SUBWAY EXPERIENCE ...

Assuming the train we rode in the Chicago area could also be called a 'subway' -- we had a 'subway' experience of a different sort last night.  Still are actually.

Rhiannon was still here.  It was nearing Sabbath.  We were all hungry.  Randy went to Subway near us. 

Within an hour after he ate his turkey breast sandwich and literally minutes of when Rhiannon left - Randy started to say how he didn't feel so good.  He got sicker and sicker.  Pale white, throwing up, thought he was going to pass out from dizziness ... repeat ... repeat ... add in diahrea (sp?) at some point and repeat the whole ordeal all through the night.

This morning he still feels nasty though the throwing up seems to have calmed down into alternate cases of burping and hiccups.  Still has the diahrea (sp?).

I wanted to take him in last night to the emergency room or at least the Urgent Care place down the street.  But he refused.  He was sick enough he didn't want me to go to bed an leave him down here alone.  So I stayed.  He's not normally like that.

When we got up to our bedroom it was FREEZING in there.  We'd had some nice weather and the window was open and last evening the arctic blew back in and dropped the temps 30 degrees.  So he was horribly chilled (he had a fever to boot) for a time.

Take away what I just said about the throwing up going away -- 9:56 a.m. and it's back. 

Needless to say he isn't going to church.  I stayed home from SS to be with him.  I was going to go to church.  Think now I'll run drop some stuff off and come back.