A few photos before I launch into my story. (More photos at the end too.)
So... Friday night. Retreat night one... Our room was fairly large and had one space heater. Between my sleeping bag as a comforter and a blanket, I should have been good. I woke up shivering and with my teeth chattering. I got up to put on a sweatshirt and stand by the space heater to see if I can stop shaking. No such luck. As I sit on my plywood bed, I think, "I can't do this another night. I will find the closest hotel during free time tomorrow, stay through the campfire devotional, spend the night in my hotel, and come back for breakfast Sunday. However, I can't do this again."
I blamed the plywood with maybe two inches of padding as being the reason why my body ached. That and the tense position trying to warm up for cramping up. I woke up exhausted.
Throughout the morning, I felt worse and worse. I never drink anything hot unless I'm miserably cold. The hot chocolate made me feel funny. My legs had goosebumps and I couldn't get warm.
I felt like a complete wimp. I felt like I was flaking on Peyton who wanted me to go with her, but I decided at 2:00 that I had to head home. I felt like a zombie on the 45 minute drive home. Just 5 more minutes that I have to stay awake.
This isn't the first time I haven't slept well. It doesn't normally wear me down so bad.
I slept two or three hours before mom woke me up by calling over here. Not long after she called I got sick.
Stomach virus sick. Violently sick.
For the next few hours, it was horrible. And I was so very thankful I decided to come home when I did. It would have been horrible to end up sick in the camp situation over there.
Thankfully, Dad answered my request to bring me some Diet 7 Up and Coke Zero. Definitely, not how I planned this weekend to go.
Sorry for deserting you Peyton, but enjoy the extra blanket I left you. Just be sure to bring it back on Saturday.