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Thursday, June 07, 2007
That’s right, you read the title, so you’ve been warned of the content of this post!
I totally blame it on 2 weekends ago when Suz and I went to the Bay Area and had lots and lots of fast food in under 5 hours. For the rest of the weekend, my stomach was cramping, begging me not to put any more food into my gullet. BUT being the trooper that i am, i managed to push through and eat all the food i needed to eat. 
This Saturday, it all came to a head. It started with a headache that led to some stomach cramps and nausea. I really thought i could hold it together through the dry heaving. And then it became not so dry heaving. To take care of the headache, Slim and I had stopped by the drug store to get some Advil and water. I waited in the car while Slim got the goods. I took the medication down and swallowed...and then it all came up again. 
I opened the door and hurled! EEEEWWWW! The security guard came up and asked, “Are you ok?” I gurgled back, “I think i’m fine, but i’m so embarrassed. Can i clean this up?” No, no, don’t worry about it, she said. And then she continued to stand there and stare at me and the puddle in the parking lot (ooo! Lots of aliteration!) while Slim ran into the store again to get soda to calm my stomach. And still she stared on. Uncomfortable!
After resting it out a bit (she’s still staring), we took off (waved goodbye). I just wanted to get home. We were *almost* there! ALMOST! We were in the middle of crossing 6 lanes on the freeway when (dum dum dum!) IT CAME BACK WITH A VENGEANCE! I had time to roll down the window as Slim drove to the shoulder of the off ramp. That’s when all hell broke loose. I puked out the window with abandon. Mind you, the car was still moving. My barf fanned out in a beautiful arc and splattered all over the side of the car, covering it in an ectoplamic goo. AND of course, when i had opened the window, the vacuum had suctioned out my hair, thus involving it in the collateral damage. We had finally rolled to a stop, but the sight of the aftermath made me get sick all over again.
Thank goodness Slim was there. After we got home, i crawled into the shower to wash out the residue while he went out and washed off my car. I then slumped into bed while he went to get food and water for me. I am SO grateful for him. Of course, i passed out for 13 hours straight, and didn’t get to spend quality time with him while he was down visiting, but i’m still so thankful that he was here to take care of me.
And the bottom line is “It sucks to be sick"--and the other bottom line is, “But if you’re going to be sick, it’s wonderful to have someone who loves you take care of you.”