Sunday...bloody Sunday

I got a lovely surprise in the letterbox when we came back from our holiday yesterday (Wednesday) and couldn't wait to go down to the PO to get my parcel.

I received not only one parcel but two and couldn't wait to get back home and open them.

At last my new drapes for the cinema were here and looked fabulous and just as I ordered...phew!

Then I opened my 2nd one and it was my jade Buddha canvas that I ordered online also seen here

It definitely put me in a better mood as I was still trying to recover from our nightmare trip to Noosa where I ended up with what we thought may have been food poisoning, extremely sick and feeling like I'd been hit by a tonne of bricks.

Let me take you back to the start...read on if you dare!

We arose nice and early Friday morning with bags at the ready and hit the road by 7am heading for the airport to catch a flight to Brisbane. Brendon had the coughing fits and a shocking running nose to which we assumed was from jumping in the pool the other day (water temp was 'FREEZING')...'but it's so hot' says he... silly bugger, doesn't mean the pool's gunna be.

So we managed to get his running nose under control by way of plenty of tissues thanks to a very generous old lady sitting in the row across.

We landed in Brissy, got the hire car and off we trotted to Noosa where we were attending a conference which included the whole family.

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Excited as we were to be there and staying at the 'Outrigger' hotel/apartments, the beds and pillows felt like they were from the dark ages.  The beds felt like they were concrete slabs covered with white sheets and the pillows...oh please don't get me started with the pillows, I'm still trying to recover!

If they had one feather in them you'd be lucky, and I HATE feather pillows...omg! Give them back to the ducks they came from for goodness sakes.

Lucky I took some extra clothing because the only thing they came in handy for was to roll up and tuck underneath the stupid bloody things, and even that didn't help omg!

Then comes... Sunday bloody Sunday, when we all (delegates and guests) dressed up in our costumes with the theme being either cartoon character, carnival, super hero or circus.
The boys and I went as clowns and Geoff went as the riddler.

I spent about an hour painting Jordan's face

gosh I'm short!

So as we all laughed at each other (in a good way of course) and admired, as we headed to our secret destination (by coach) which of course was Aussie World taking just under an hour to arrive and that's when I started to feel ill.

Not sure if it was the lack of air or the many roundabouts we had to go around, but my stomach was in knots and I felt like throwing up.... big time.

I lasted until we arrived and managed to smile as they opened the gates (closed off to the public) and we headed through.

Still feeling queazy, the boys wanted to jump on the dodgem cars where I stood back and said "I'll just take some photos" as I didn't want to throw up on first impact!

Having nothing to eat since lunch time, I was tempted to tasting what looked quite cute...a mini hotdog. I managed to take a little bite and threw the rest of it away....it was awful.

Once the boys got off the dodgems,  they wanted us to go on some type of spinning ride with them to which Geoff refused and me being the softie and feeling sorry for them, I jumped on.....what a big mistake...I hate things that spin and this was not going to end well!

It wasn't long after we got off that it hit me.....I was about to puke.

I managed to keep it from coming up a little longer and before we knew it, we were ushered to where they had the entertainment and a sit down meal.

I couldn't stand the smell of the food that was starting to be served, so happily I sat outside all alone in the fresh air. Geoff kept coming out to check on me and offering drinks of water and then I couldn't hold it anymore....up she came with no holds barred and definitely without mercy.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't even get off the bench that I was sitting on to go to the toilet, the vomiting wouldn't allow me, it was evil.

After what seemed like an eternity, we managed to get one of the event crew to drive us (Me, Geoff and the boys) back to the Outrigger....an hour away.

Taking the option of sitting in the front seat with the air blowing in my face, we had to go through the same route of winding roads and roundabouts galore (why the hell do they have so bloody many of them in QLD is beyond me), we had to pull over...but not soon enough!

There she blows, with a vengeance, this time without warning and all over my costume...ewwwwwww!

So we pulled over finally and I jumped out still hurling and in need of someone giving me my last rights!
My wig, my lovely blue Katey Perry wig (which I still had on) had to be thrown away (in the bush) as we didn't want to put it in the ladies car...bad enough I had to sit in the car with a frock full of vomit laying in my lap....oh god I felt sorry for the poor lady that volunteered to drive us home, she needs a damn medal.

Once we got back, I only just got out of the lift when....yep you guessed it, I don't need to go further!

Then through the night...oh what a night, I had thrown up at least another dozen times and it wasn't just coming out of my mouth if you know what I mean!

With a bit of luck, our apartment was big enough so as the neighbours didn't hear the fortune of events that were taking place, and since we were leaving the next morning (Monday) I didn't really care.

Geoff managed to get a late check out so I could get some much needed rest as the pukes subsided by around 9ish am...that's about 14 hours of throwing up time in doctors terms! And while we're on the subject, no I didn't go to the hospital nor have a Dr come see me, I just rode it out like the brave/idiot/stubborn person that I am.

So after packing and throwing away my clown outfit (not that I would ever wear it again) I bought as it was cheeper than hiring, it was soon 12pm and time to leave and head down to Brisy. I dreaded the car ride but we got there with no more up chucks....phew.

We checked into the 'Oakes Casino' hotel, were we were to stay the night before flying home on the Tuesday. Drained from all the drama the night before, I stayed in bed while Geoff went for a walk with the boys. A couple of hours later, they came back telling me they had gone shopping and had a game of bowling to which Jordy was happy to announce that he had 'thrashed' them (Geoff and Brendon) and wanted to know if I was up for a game....pfft, have you seen how gaunt I look....I don't think they let in the walking dead I quickly said.

Later that evening, Geoff took the boys to dinner after they had a swim in the heated pool, while I slept and slept and slept some more.

I didn't even hear them go to bed when I was suddenly woken up at 2am by Geoff throwing up in our bathroom. Not only that, Jordan was throwing up in the other bathroom too....what!

OMG, it wasn't what we thought to be food poisoning at first, it was probably more like a stomach bug like E.Coli (similar symptoms to food poisoning) since it was so long between me getting it to now them.

A little while later, poor Brendon arrives at the toilet bowl clinging to the sides and sounding like he was being murdered.

By around 7am, we knew that we would not be let on the plane like this (our flight was at 11.30am), nor did we even feel like we could get out of bed (other than to chuck) in order to get to the airport, so Geoff rang (between chuck ups) and changed the flights to Wednesday.

In the meantime, I had to arrange to have Oscar (pooch) stay another day at the dog groomers (hotel for doggies who love being spoilt), to which was all good thank god.

I also had to ring the costume hire place and tell them that we would be back a day late, and the hire car.

Trying to get a home doctor to come out to the hotel was impossible as they finish at 8am and were fully booked out....what!

So I had to try to find a medical centre nearby in hopes that they would understand our situation and send one of their doctors to see us.....mmmmmm nup, we had to go to them.

Lucky I could get one to see us at 9.30 and only....only a 5 min walk away. If you saw us you'd think we looked like death warmed up.


Green around the gills and not looking the best, we plonked ourselves onto the waiting room chairs where we had to fill out medical forms....just get me a freaking doctor for gods sake that's the last thing we wanted to do.

The doctor wasn't much help and looked like he'd been there since the early 1900's. I asked what he thought it could've been and he answered me with, get this....who knows! Are you kidding me.
It could be food poisoning he said, it could also be a stomach flu or e.cloi as they all have the same symptoms.

He wrote out a script for Geoff and the boys for Maxalon (to which I knew was needed as it's great for controlling vomitting straight away) and since I said that I hadn't thrown up for over 12 hours now, I didn't need to take them.

At the cost of $85 each to see the doctor...yes me included tho I needed nothing, we paid, got the prescription filled and slooooooowly walked back to the room.

Passing so many different cafes and shops, the smell of coffee even made me want to puke and by the time we got back to the room, I felt queazy again. Oh no I thought not again, could they have given it back to me?

But it soon turned out to be just hunger pains that I was feeling and after all, it was now coming up to 2 days of nothing being eaten and everything that I did eat prior had been thrown up.

I decided to take a walk while Geoff and the boys slept and got some water ice blocks and some bananas as that's pretty much all we could probably stomach (the bananas for much needed energy replacement and the ice blocks to quench our thirsts) and manage to keep down.

Within a couple of hours, we were feeling much better having taken the tablets (no more up chucks), though completely drained and lethargic and just sat around either watching telly on and off or in bed sleeping.

By Wednesday morning, we were ok to head to the airport and go home...oh that's never sounded so good!

So that brings me to today, still feeling blah and not able to eat properly, still unsure of where we picked up the bug or whatever it was and will probably never know, but more than 80% better than I was and I've lived to tell the story!

I hope the next holiday/conference goes better.