This morning my alarm went off at 4:30. I hate waking up early. I packed up the last of my things, ate some breakfast, the usual stuff before an early flight. By 5:30 my mom and I were in the car headed to the airport. About 15 minutes into the ride, Rob calls. Hm, I thought, what is he doing up this early?
me- "Hey Robbie, what are you doing awake?"
Rob- "Um, can you call your doctor and ask about pregnancy and chicken pox?"
me- "Huh?"
Rob- "Yeah, I think I have shingles."
me- "Rob! I've never even had chicken pox!!! If you have shingles I don't think I can be near you!"
Rob- "I'll go to the doctor, I'll know by the time you land."
Wonderful. I have never had chicken pox, and apparently it's super dangerous to get when your pregnant. Like deformities and scars on the baby dangerous. Cause ya know, I'm not already stressing about a bunch of other pregnancy stuff.
I get to the airport, check in, and promptly get stuck behind a HUGE mission group of teenagers going through security. Ugh. I finally get through security, only to find out the mission trip people are on my plane. Super sweet. Oh, wait- I can do better. I get a middle seat between two of these teenage Christian crusaders. Neither of which had ever flown before. After they got their king size pillows, blankets with animal heads, and over filled backpacks safely stowed, I could finally get back to reading my book. Oh no. One of the girls couldn't figure out how to put her seat belt on. Yes, you read that correctly. She couldn't figure out her seat belt. Her friend and I both tried to explain it to her, I ended up just buckling her in. (Shakes head).
Luckily they were not on my flight between Miami and St. Kitts. Also luckily, I had a real friend on the flight- Laura, a fellow VIP, was headed to the island too. Our seats were right next to each other, so we got to chat and catch up. The flight took off nearly an hour late, but we landed only 20 minutes late. Once we landed, I called Rob to see what the diagnosis was.
Rob told me that not only was our friend RJ picking me up at the airport, he was taking me to our friends' house (Brayton, Leann, Emily, and Andrew)... for maybe two weeks. Robert Seerley has shingles. I can't be anywhere near him until it FULLY clears up. He has to take pills 4 times a day and has to apply topical medication 5 times a day. So, after 6 weeks apart, Rob gets shingles today. The day I return to St. Kitts. Not in the 6 freakin' weeks I was gone. TODAY. Our friends drove me to our house and I stood in the street and said hi to him while he stood in the yard about 15 feet away. Not exactly the reunion I imagined.
Oh, and in case you were thinking my day couldn't get any worse... We just got back to the house after eating dinner, and Leann and Brayton's cat peed, pooped, and puked on the bed I am sleeping in (and all over the floor).
I can tell you are jealous of my day... :-/
