Sundry weekend-the trails are open

Took Friday off from work to have an early weekend and get in some riding. We got 4-6" of snow Wed-Thursday so I was itching to get on the trails. We went out for a late ride Thursday and they weren't too bad. No real base packed down but since this was the only Friday Roberta will have off in a while, I couldn't see waiting. After a leisurely morning with breakfast out we hit the trails. We hoped the water pit from Thursday night was gone but it wasn't. No going south. I had driven the edge of it Thursday night (almost getting sucked in) and it was easily 2' deep. They say they've never had water there so it's been a strange winter. You can take a chance by hitting it really moving but why bother. This is just 100' south of where we pick it up so we just went northeast and eventually looped back. Seems we got on right after the groomers because we had smooth riding for quite a ways and then found this:

We stopped awhile to help the groomers make the ramp over the tree and mark it till someone can come cut it up. You don't want to find that going 50mph.

After we passed the groomer the rest of the trail was pretty rough as it had never been groomed yet. Eventually the body has had enough so we headed home. That's when things actually got rough.

It all started innocently enough with an upset stomach brought on by the lack of lunch and the rough riding I thought. So hey, just have a lazy afternoon and take it easy.

By the time dinner rolled around it was easily one of the worst upset stomachs I'd had in years!

By 8PM the first wave of nausea came and then the stomach bloating. I'm talking enough bloating to raise a sunken battleship here. Gawdawful stuff. Like I can't ever remember. High School chemistry experiment gone nuclear awful.

So the balance of my day off and the rest of the night consisted of waiting for the nausea to subside enough to have the gumption to sit up (horizontal was the only position that didn't feel like my stomach was being removed by aliens) and then belching 3-4 times like a fog horn on the river Styx. I could then lapse into a stupor of psuedosleep for 5 mins before the pain woke me again and I laid for another 15mins whilst the bloating built up.

Mercifully ( I think) around 5AM the nausea got bored and it was time to heave.

Now I haven't hurled in over 8 years, I just don't do it thankfully.

Apparently my digestion decided I had some to make up for. We're talking Pinatubo size stuff here. Freaked out the dogs with the exorcist voices I was making.

But, at least the nausea was gone and I could sleep for a few hours.

But wait, oh there's more. The subsiding of the bloating revealed abdominal muscle pain of enough magnitude to make me dare not move let alone stand up. And yes, centered around the lower right side.

So, now 24hrs (and thankfully a full night's sleep later) it's either Appendicitis or I had the stomach flu and merely strained some abdominal muscles with my herculean hurling. Symptoms are the same. We'll just have to wait and see if the muscles get better by tomorrow or it's off to the medical establishment.

Missed Cole's wrestling tournament Sat. as a result too and wouldn't you know it, he took 3rd place. This was a 13 school individual invitational so there was an easy 20 guys in his weight class and he only lost one match buy 1 point in overtime. Good job for him in his first year ever.

Kristen even got pics on Thursday of the four deer that visited the yard. We've seen track for years but this was the first time actually seeing any physically in the yard.

And the snow?

Watched it out the window all day yesterday coming down. I have no idea how much more came down but it's enough to make it hard for the kids to even plow a trail with the sled(had to take a break from writing this to pull Kristen out of the snowbank, real easy with muscle strains).

Me? I don't know if it had anything to do with my illness, but I want no part of a snowmobile for a while now, despite how good the powder is.