So here's my story....
Yesterday I got up and drove miss Arleigh to work at 9. Then I went back to her house and napped/read for like an hour and a half. Got up at 11 and showered. Then I stopped by her shop to say hi (cause I'm cute like that) and to get Ar's Barnes and Noble card (ok... so maybe I wasn't JUST being cute but we'll pretend hahaha).
I was super hungry so my plan was to go to Barnes and Noble to get some stuff done (write thank you notes, journal and pay some bills) and get some soup at the cafe there. So I went, ordered my Chicken Noodle Soup and sat down to eat and be productive. I finished my soup and literally like 4 minutes later... I was in so much pain I could barely stand up. My stomach was all cramped up, and I was super naseous (though I don't know how to spell that word). I had to get up and leave because all of the food and drinks around me were making it even worse. So I mustered up the energy to get to my car. Once there I called Ar to tell her I was sicky and going back to her house. Two minutes later, on the side of 95... I pulled over and puked over the guardrail. Yeah... it was nasty. So, I called Ar back and asked if she could drive me home from her shop. Because I was in no shape to be driving. So I drove to her shop, and Ar (being the good girlfriend that she is) drove me home, got me in my PJs and tucked me in bed. I fell asleep right away and didn't really wake up again until she came home from work at 6:30.
And when she got home... I was fine. It was the wierdest thing. But I guess I puked up all the nasty soup... and slept off the rest of it. Because I sure was in prime shape to have a big cheeseburger at Ar's roommates friends house for dinner. And topped it off with some home made strawberry shortcake! hahaha. Yeah... I'm a trouper, I know.
But anyway... I'm all better today. Just a bit wierded out. I will NEVER eat any sort of food other than a desserty thing at B&N. Because the chicken panini I had there once made me feel all icky inside too. So I'll stick with beverages and chocolatey treats.
And that's my story for today.
In other news -- I'm staying here tonight and heading straight to work tomorrow morning. I'm planning on leaving at 5:30 so hopefully I'll be there by 10. It took me just under 5 hours to get here on Friday, so we'll see how it goes tomorrow morning!
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Welcome to the club!
Jeannie, I must confess that I, too, have tossed some stuff on the side of 95.
The incident occurred circa January 1, 2003. In order to kick off the new year and celebrate my impending birthday, I had made the decision the previous night at a Delawre Bar to imbibe about 12 pint glasses of White Russians, my former drink of choice.
The liquor was fine.
But the 12 tall glasses of heavy cream surprisingly did not sit well with me.
ha.
As we drove back to philly I begged the car to be stopped, and got out, in the rain, and just yakked my brains out.
It was heinously disgusting and upon returning to the car I declared, "I am not worthy of existing. That was so gross."
ha.
So, I feel you on the pain of highway puking. I hope never to traverse that territory again!
SICK!
I also lost it on the side of the road across from the Haverford Public Library one night in highschool.
It was still gross but it was menstruated-related so I didn't feel as sickened by myself.
Anywho...
I haven't touched a White Russian since... The smell of cream makes me wanna hurl...
Ok.
I gots to jet to North Philly - Holler! Hope your new job is great...
peace,
LC
taters- you're worse than me!
Post god damn you
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