On Tuesday Andy and I went out for lunch. Within a few hours he came home from work and became violently ill. After an awful night of wretching every few hours, he stayed home from work on Wednesday, and then he was so weak that he ended up taking Thursday and Friday off as well. He spent a lot of the time sleeping, and his body was threatening mutiny any time he thought of putting anything into it.
He was able to eat some macaroni and cheese (homemade) on Friday and some broth with orzo today. He's been drinking a ton of Gatorade the past few days, as it was one of the things he could ingest safely. Today I skipped the tournament because I didn't want to leave him home alone; he's still not good to drive.
Next week's tournament is four hours' drive away. I would make the score in the subject line 0:3, except I won't be skipping due to illness, technically.