Aaaaagggghhhhh

This is the lone picture we have taken so far on our vacation to Boston, and it just about says it all. Things went well on Thursday morning. We set out to take a stroll on the Freedom Trail, and about 3/4 of the way through the trek, Erin started feeling somewhat poorly.

Now Erin is a very vocal patient usually; therefore, I disregarded her moaning and groaning as just the usual faire. But her pains intensified until we headed back to the hotel at around 2pm to relax for the evening.

We decided to dine at a Japanese steakhouse attached to our hotel, since she didn't feel like going out. About 15 minutes into the meal, she bailed, and I had to sit at a table with four other people waiting for the dude with the knives to finish our meals so I could pack up and head for the room. Once I arrived there, I found Erin in a bad state. We tossed her meal to the side, as it was apparent that she wouldn't be eating it any time soon.

I made it another couple of hours, and while watching the latest episode of Survivor, it hit me. I almost made it to the bathroom. Almost.

Realizing the severity of our distress, I threw on my clothes and jogged down the street to CVS, all the while doing a tummy crunch to prevent any further episodes. I bought the stuff you see in the photo and headed back to the room.

To make a long story short(er), we moaned and groaned all night (and not in the good, "left the baby at home for a weekend" way) and got very little sleep. Luckily by morning, the stomach pains were reduced somewhat, although we still slept until noon. We both noted that since this was what was most likely ailing our dear Grant earlier in the week, we had a new found respect for his ability to endure pain. This was some of the worst stomach pain I've had in a LONG time, and the poor little dude doesn't have Immodium to make his life easier. It's a shame.

This afternoon we headed into Cambridge. Upon disembarking from the subway, it immediately began to pour. We wandered about sick and cold, until Erin decided that we should see a movie. We settled upon "Reservation Road" featuring Joaquin Phoenix. Neither of us knew much about the film, but it started soon and was relatively short, so we dragged ourselves into the theater.

Now, as vacation movies go, people frequently see big summer blockbusters. Spiderman, Star Wars, etc. "Reservation Road" is about a family being destroyed by the hit and run death of their son. This had "feel good" written all over it. We endured the movie, but it did nothing to lift our spirits.

After the movie, we strolled around Cambridge checking out the houses and school grounds. We followed it up with a quick dinner and a stop for a delightful dessert at a local ice cream shop (my stomach can only stay sick for so long before it remembers that it has to stay full at all times).

We've returned to our room and are now planning our final day of vacation. Perhaps one of us will get gout or a bladder infection to finish off the trip.