Back in the Saddle Again
Yee to the Haw.
I'm back and I wish I could say that I'm unscathed. But, scathed I am. I spent Saturday vomiting up the nothingness that was in my stomach. Seriously. I ate very little on the trip - eggs and bread for breakfast and then barely one saucer full of food at lunch and dinner each day. I typically squeezed in a granola bar at some point in the day, but not quite every day. One or two nights we had "Western" food and I typically ate that right up. But the portion sizes were small enough that even then I didn't eat too much (which is a good thing).
Then Friday I had a waffle for breakfast, a tiny packet of pretzels on the plane and then nothing until Mama fixed me a grilled cheese sandwich at her house around 4:30. I had a couple of bowls of dry cereal for dinner once I got home. So there really wasn't anything left in my system to purge on Saturday morning. But I retched anyway. I am not accustomed to throwing up. The last time I threw up was in 1998 or 1999 and before that, I hadn't thrown up since eating some bad ham in the 8th grade. Typically, if I do throw up it's a one time thing and I feel better. That was not the case on Saturday. I threw up three times. That's more than I've vomited on one day since I was a toddler.
I felt decidedly better yesterday, but skipped the meeting just in case I had some kind of infectious virus. Obviously, I can't skip the meeting tonight. I felt much better this morning when I got up, but there have been some touch and go moments at work. I've felt a little nauseated, but not actually to the point of thinking I was going to lose it.
Welp, I'm sure this is not the topic you expected me to post about. But this is what you get...me in all my gory.
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I'm back and I wish I could say that I'm unscathed. But, scathed I am. I spent Saturday vomiting up the nothingness that was in my stomach. Seriously. I ate very little on the trip - eggs and bread for breakfast and then barely one saucer full of food at lunch and dinner each day. I typically squeezed in a granola bar at some point in the day, but not quite every day. One or two nights we had "Western" food and I typically ate that right up. But the portion sizes were small enough that even then I didn't eat too much (which is a good thing).
Then Friday I had a waffle for breakfast, a tiny packet of pretzels on the plane and then nothing until Mama fixed me a grilled cheese sandwich at her house around 4:30. I had a couple of bowls of dry cereal for dinner once I got home. So there really wasn't anything left in my system to purge on Saturday morning. But I retched anyway. I am not accustomed to throwing up. The last time I threw up was in 1998 or 1999 and before that, I hadn't thrown up since eating some bad ham in the 8th grade. Typically, if I do throw up it's a one time thing and I feel better. That was not the case on Saturday. I threw up three times. That's more than I've vomited on one day since I was a toddler.
I felt decidedly better yesterday, but skipped the meeting just in case I had some kind of infectious virus. Obviously, I can't skip the meeting tonight. I felt much better this morning when I got up, but there have been some touch and go moments at work. I've felt a little nauseated, but not actually to the point of thinking I was going to lose it.
Welp, I'm sure this is not the topic you expected me to post about. But this is what you get...me in all my gory.
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1 Comments:
A good follow up post might be about how your garbage can smells and why it does. Feel better soon. :)
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