I hate to keep adding to this saga, but it gets worse.  Yesterday I decided I would go to Oregon unless I heard from my son that he was definitely positive.  At the end of the day, he had not gotten a result yet, so I told him I was coming anyway.  I went to bed early, planning to catch up on a little sleep before the 3 am alarm.

I couldn't sleep.  I thought I was anxious about the trip, but now that I look back I realize that I started to feel not quite right yesterday afternoon.  I went through a drive-thru for lunch, because I didn't want to mess up the kitchen, and I was barely interested in the food.  At dinnertime I wasn't hungry at all and ate nothing.  That should have been a red flag, because I'm always hungry!

I got up four times in the night to go number 2.  Still wasn't catching on.  Still thought I was just stressed.  At 3, I got up, after having slept maybe one hour at the most?  I cleaned up and got dressed and sat down, ready to call Uber.  Finally it hit me.  I couldn't even imagine going downstairs and getting in a car, much less getting on an airplane.  I was sick.  Not just with the diarrhea, but with nausea, headache and general achiness.  (Yet no fever!)

I'm still sick, and really, just thankful I didn't push myself any harder to go because I would have been extremely uncomfortable -- not to mention, they probably wouldn't have let me fly!

After doing some online searching I diagnosed myself as having stomach flu, or gastroenteritis.  After a day at home, I am still not much better.  I sleep intermittently, but I can't stay asleep.  Mostly that is because I am interrupted by my phone.

My son, of course, is very disappointed, and I don't think he quite gets how bad I feel.  He is urging me to come in the next few days, whenever I can reschedule.  I think a lot of that is driven by the fact that he is home from work due to the sick colleague and he doesn't want to waste the days off.  He did let me know that his test result came in and it was negative.  I am dying to get there, but I don't know how long it will take to get better.

During one of my better spells I called Alaska Airlines and canceled, and they sent me a credit for another flight.  It was such a low fare, though, it will probably not nearly cover the next one.

So there you have it.  The most ill-fated trip you could imagine.  I halfway wonder if the plane crashed -- it seems the universe was really telling me not to go.  I'm kidding about that, I'm not superstitious in that way.  But I am feeling beleaguered about how things have turned out.

My only goal today is to rest and get better.  Hoping to sleep tonight.  I'll figure the rest out later.