Crazy trip to Christmas

So, some might know the plight of our trip to Illinois, but many do not so here is a rundown.

Michaela and I had plans to go visit her family this Christmas, starting early December 17th. So, that Monday we got up at 4:00 to catch the super shuttle to the airport. Well, Michaela felt sick, really sick. She couldn't stand up and was really hurting. She hurt so much she fainted. After reviving her, she started to puke and then the super shuttle guy comes to the door. "Alright," I thought, "no way are we going", so I sent him away. After he leaves, Michaela starts to feel better. So, I am like, "Do you feel good enough to go?" and she says "yes" so I call a taxi (yea, we could have driven, but I didn't know where the lots are). So the cab comes and we are off. As we get close to the airport, Michaela starts to throw up and we decide to go home.

Now we are at home, Michaela is really sick, and there is no way we can catch our flight. I am sure there is no way we are going now, so Michaela goes to bed and I start damage control. First I call the airport and airlines. Can I say they are really hard to get on the phone and harder to get information from. As I worked with the airlines, not knowing when Michaela would feel better, I could only get a credit for the flight and re-booking a flight was too pricey. So, I call my parents to see what they are doing and they are staying home and say we could visit them. Finally I call Michaela's parents and tell her younger brother Nelson that we wouldn't make it.

With all the damage control done, Michaela fast asleep, and nothing to do I decide to get some stuff done at work. So I go to work and call around 11:00 and her line is busy. Of course her parents or my parents have called her because I told them she was ill. Anyway she calls me about 5 minutes later as chipper as can be. She says that her parents wanted us to go, and they would get us tickets. So, because of blessings of families we were able to go to Illinois.