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Saturday, August 30, 2014

Poisoned

Yes. You read the title right. We we're poisoned. Adam, Alister and I got food poisoning. The most likely culprit: Nectarines. We believe they weren't waded properly of pesticides. 

Now, depending on the bacteria, or in this case chemical, as how much it can take anywhere from 12-72 hours before the body starts to reject the poison. For us, it was closer to 24 hours. 

First, I just want to thank The Lord for watching over my family. He warned us that something was going to happen. Thursday morning I felt anxious. Like something was wrong or would be wrong. I tried calling Adam but he was busy at work. I texted family and friends to ask if they were alright. I called them. I even went to my neighbor, Bob, and knocked on his door (no answer) to see if he was okay. Finally, Adam called me. He explained that he wasn't sure if he should call me or just wanted to call me. So he called. I explained how I had been feeling and he felt the same. He ended up coming home because of it. Within 2-3 hours we starting feeling bad. And it got worse and worse. Then Alister got sick, too. We figured it was good poisoning and didn't know what to do. Later that evening, Adam asked the missionaries to come over and give us blessings. I am so grateful to them for that service. They then went to the store and picked up some items for us and our sour tummies. 

I won't give any horrific details, but there is one other thing I really want to say. It is one thing to be poisoned yourself and have to go through the process of getting the poison out. It is also another thing to watch your spouse go through it. At least they can communicate and let you know they feel sick. But, to watch your young child go through such a trial is an entirely different experience. Now, Alister has been sick before, but never like to this extreme. He wanted to be held more then normal. He would become fussy and cry while nauseated. He ended up sleeping in our room on our floor. Now, Alister doesn't talk a lot still. He doesn't have a big vocabulary or say simple 2-3 word sentences. So he can't tell us when something is wrong. But we have one brave, strong boy. After all he went through, he could still find moments to be happy. He still laughed and played and smiled. He has one of the sweetest, genuine souls we have ever known. And we are so proud of him. 

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