Written January 9:
I was sick last night at 2:00 a.m., one of those sicks where it pulls you from the bed like a wack in the gut, wakes you from the dead of sleep because your intestines are having a warfare that you're going to lose and you're going to lose it in the toilet like THAT SECOND. The type that you're freezing and sweating both at the same time and you're whole body is rebelling and you don't know which end is up and what might come out of where.
Yep. That kind of sick. And damn it all, I think it was the fresco tacos from Taco Bell which saddens me because it's going to turn me away from them for a long while, but back to my story:
So, I'm in the bathroom, and it's the kind of sick where you have to rip off all your clothes to get even in a semblance of comfort even though there's no way you're comfortable at this point because YOU WANT TO DIE, and I'm sweating and holding the garbage can on my lap not sure if I'm gonna puke but DEFINITELY doing the other thing, and I am weak and shaky and I call into the bedroom:
"Honey. I need you. Can you come here?"
And miraculously, he does.
And he says, "Oh God, you look like shit. You're ALL pasty and white. Are you OK?"
"No. Can you get a cold washcloth for me?"
And miraculously, he does.
He gives it to me and was being so considerate and caring! I wipe it on my forehead and shoulders to cool my skin and I am lurching and gagging and God-knows-what and then he has a miraculous thought he decides to share:
"Gosh. We ate the same exact stuff. I hope to God I don't get it."
EFF-ERRRRRRRRRRRR!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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Ack! He was getting major brownie points before then, huh?
oh geez...it's bad enough that you're feeling crappy, but some things are better left unsaid. My husband is a sympathy puker, so he would have dispatched one of the children to help me...even if they were asleep, he would have dragged a teenager out of bed.
That was sweet of him to do, up until that last part...but spill - did he actually come down with it?
My hubby helped me like that when I was 8 mos pregnant and got that kind of sick. The Eff'n trashcan would not even fit on my lap, I couldn't bend over to barf, it was horrible...
hope you are feeling better...
that would be us guys..be glad he didn't ask to fool around when you were done..considering you were 1/2 (or totally naked).
Yeah, I had to read that one out loud to my lovely hubby! Glad you're feeling better these days!!
Me, too--read it aloud to the hubby! It's like, you were doing so, so well, you had the Husband of the Year Award in your grasp and then you lost it! Silly boy. ;)
Oh god. I hate barfing, too.
You know, I hope he didn't get it, too, because there's something in that Y chromosome that causes THEM to get the very worst case of [fill in the blank] EVER!!!
At least he came to your rescue before he said it.
get well soon!
Reasons why we love our husbands.... Yeah.
Here's hoping you're doing much better today!
Yikes! I hope you're feeling better!
*glares at the hubby*
maybe it wasn't the taco but you were having a gall bladder attack...you just never know.
OH DEAR we ate the same stuff Brilliant man! I love taco bell but I swear it makes me so ill so I so very seldom eat there and when I do it is usually just a plain taco or 3 :)
Hope you are feeling better and... Martha And I will be donating blood again soon she donated at thanksgiving too so we have to wait till she is cleard to give again. She still has the mc d's card ( we refill it pretty often)from last year and she is drooling at the grand prize this year... sick I know but this kid has been donating every 10 weeks or so since last year and her first blood donation!
Hugs LAura
Sometimes they don't know when to stop when they're ahead, do they?
Hope you're feeling better!
Laura--so glad to know Martha is STILL donating regularly--NOW THAT IS A STORY--how a 16-year old has been motivated to donate all the time now because of this blood drive! LOVE IT! Make sure to take fun pics and send 'em in to be entered!
And thanks everyone, I am way better. It was a one-time thing!
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