FLU, FLU, I don't want to play with you!

While we were in Texas last weekend, we recieved a text from Brittany saying she was on her death bed. She claims it was worse then any pregnacy she has had so far. Which is pretty bad, cause her pregnacys have put her in the ER before to get hooked up to IV's for fluids.

Guilt sets in as I am too far away to help.

Then Alan gets it and has to fly home feeling awful.

Thank goodness for those handy little bags they provide.

So Thursday morning Jason and Andrea both come down with it BAD. So little Crew hung out with grandma and grandpa all day.

Then Thursday night @11:00 I hear a car in the yard. At first I thought Jason was heading out to get something. Then awhile later I hear the car again and text Jason to see if everything was OK.

Thank goodness for friends in high places and Big hearts.

His tennis buddy (AKA a Doctor) came over and hooked him up on an IV and instructed Andrea how to disconnect one bag to add another  etc.

House Calls...only in Utah!

Then Friday evening this is what I see when I go over to their place.

Yep that's an IV hanging from the lamp...his 3rd one to be exact.

Thanks Doc!