Our local Pizza Hut absolutely sucks. It's miserable. We went once, like six months ago or something, and waited foreeeeever to get our food - even our drinks! which were about forgotten, and even when the manager stepped in to cover for someone, she got us the wrong drinks. So, uh, we don't get over there much. Yesterday, however, Tom and I were out and about, failing at finding the oddball chemicals Tom was shopping for. We wanted to stay out a bit longer, but pretty much the entire damn town shuts down at 5pm on a Sunday. We decided, hey! what the hell, let's go to Pizza Hut, it'll be entertaining anyway, we have time to kill.

So, we went, and caught the tail end of a kid's birthday party, wherein the parents were actually louder and more obnoxious than the kids. Thanks for setting such a great example. Service was slow, but Tom and I had some good long conversations, about.. oh god, I don't even know, genetic engineering and homosexuality and cultural morality and all sorts of things.

Fortunately for our sanity, we didn't actually time how long our food took to arrive, but... it was easily 15-20 minutes or more for the garlic bread, and then another 10-15 or more for the pizza. Now I understand that it takes a little while for pizza to cook, but, they weren't like swamped or anything, and even tiny little local pizza places don't take more than half an hour on a football Sunday. Loooong stretches of time between anything happening. Again, we were in the mood to be amused by this more than anything, but, they've had their second chance now, we are soooo not going back anytime soon.

Later that evening, my stomach was acting up, and I couldn't decide if it was an upset stomach or feminine cramps settling in, but I was pretty miserable until I fell asleep. Tom was randomly in the mood for hot sauce, and decided to take a few shots of it - like, literally, he will drink the stuff straight. It's a bit disconcerting. He also got hungry and polished off the rest of the pizza we'd brought home.

Once I'd slept a few hours, and taken some medicine to ward off cramps, I felt much better. Sometime during the night/morning, however, I awoke to the sound of Tom wretching his guts out in the bathroom. It is seriously upsetting to hear a guy throwing up, they're so freaking loud you swear internal organs are going to come flying out.

He returned to the bathroom like three more times between then and when I rolled out of bed around noon. And even then... he wasn't moving, he was downright miserable. Couldn't sleep, but couldn't move without nearly throwing up again. He swears it was the pizza, though I figure the hot sauce probably factors in as well.

My stomach was a little wonky for awhile, but it cleared up after some toast and water and moving around. Tom, however, is STILL in bed. Not moving. He *has* gotten up and walked around a little, but it's never long before he's back to laying down.

...I feel so bad, there's really not much I can do...though I've tried anyway. Poking around online, I discovered WebMD had a recipe for a homemade rehydration drink, so I mixed up some of that once Tom had been quiet for an hour or two. Unfortunately, the taste (though not at all bad to me) was too much, so he's stuck to water. I think he's been able to stomach exactly two saltine crackers. I made up some rice pudding for the both of us, and he's been able to take a few bites of that at least. He's got an awful headache now too, from laying down all day... so we've put my little cornbag in the freezer a few times, and gotten a cool damp washcloth, to soothe his head a bit.

It was a *gorgeous* day out today, up to 40 or so, bright and sunny, and the air was so fresh and crisp and wonderful, that we actually opened some windows, which made him feel a little better. I walked over to RiteAid to pick up a few things, I baked some cookies, played a little DDR... and I'd *really* wanted to dye my hair today (I picked out a different color so I'm all excited about it), but, the boy says his stomach's too touchy still to handle the smell. Just walking near the kitchen while I was baking cookies was too much... he feels so helpless when he's sick, I know it really frustrates him. Hell, the very fact that he's vocalized how sick he's feeling is a sign that he feels absolutely awful.


Meh, I wish there was more I could do. I also wish I could do my hair, that was my main plan for the evening. darnit. I've been drawing in Photoshop a good bit lately, and I've been looking at drawings of unicorns over on Deviant Art, and I really want to draw one but I'm intimidated by the fact that other people understand horse muscle structure, and I haven't the faintest. I can do unicorn horns really well! and I'm sure I could do manes and tails nicely! but musculature and structural subtleties? not so much. Reference photos, here I come...