There is something humbling about bending over a hotel toilet retching your brains out.
After a 8 hour drive through Michigan, Canada and ending in New York my belly was feeling quite bloated. I chalked it up to "My waist band is too tight."
At 12:30 in the morning I quietly snuck off the bathroom.
And again at 1:30am and many many more times.
There is nothing girly about what my body was putting me through.
"How is this happening to me God?"
After wiping my face I crawled back into bed for the 4th or fifth time.
Even though I was sicker than snot I didn't have a fever.
I prayed.. And as I prayed there was no anxiety. I had no fear of not running Boston in 2 days.
Until I ran back to the bathroom at 3:30am.
It hurt soo bad. There was nothing left in me but a body weak and lifeless. My flesh turned clammy and my pjs were soaked. My skin was burning up. "What was happening to me?" I thought as my body was drenched with sweat.
I didn't think I could make it back to bed when Andy came and picked me up. The room was spinning and everything was getting dark, very very dark. I got concerned when I heard panic his voice. Not wanting him worry I said " I'll be ok."
It is 9:49 am. We have been driving now for an hour. I have drank 20 oz of water. ate a banana and took 3 Motrin.
We just let go and let God.
I am going to take it 1 hour at a time.
I have kept it all down.
Having you head in a toilet is as humbling as it comes.
Just another reminder GOD is in CONTROL.