***This is your warning...you may or may not want to read this post depending on how comfortable you are with talking about vomit. Just sayin.***
I woke up this morning around 3:30am. I had a massive headache and my stomach was churning. I laid in the fetal position with one arm wrapped around and squeezing my forehead. My left eyeball felt like it was protruding out of its socket. I whimpered a little. I felt hot, which made me feel even sicker, but I was cold without the blankets. My feet searched for a cool spot on the sheets. Eventually, I got up to sit by the toilet. I was that serious about feeling like I was going to puke. But it was too cold outside of the bed to stay there, so I hobbled back into our room, bent over, and my palm pressing into my head. I emptied the trash can that was under my nightstand. When I say "emptied" I mean that I dumped everything out on top of my nightstand. I crawled back in bed. I rolled over. I rolled over again. I leaned over the side of the bed and spit the hot spit into the trash can, aka puke bucket. At 5am I woke Chris up. He went downstairs to get some tylenol for my head. While he was gone, I made use of the puke bucket. I thought my head was going to spring open and that every blood vessel in my eyeballs had exploded. Chris came back up, fed me the tylenol and a glass of water. He emptied the puke bucket. He took the dog out. We both went back to sleep.
So, I have been feeling a little under the weather today. I don't have a fever, but I have that yucky, I threw up last night, feeling. Chris thinks it may have been the fact that I had a chili cheese burger and fries from the Varsity yesterday for lunch and then followed that up with bratwurst and sauerkraut for dinner. I marveled at the fact that I actually threw up. I never throw up. Seriously. I think its been several years since I've thrown up. And so I said, "I can't believe that I actually threw up." And then Chris said, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, it was really just all stomach bile, so its not like you actually threw anything up."
Um, yeah, it came out of my mouth. That counts as actual throw up.
But you realize that nothing you could ever throw up could ever compare to the vomit champion that is your husband, right? :) I hope you feel better!
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