Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Vomiting and Running (But Thankfully Not At the Same Time)--Part One

It all started Friday afternoon.  I was busy at work, but had to leave to deposit a writing check so I could buy my Blissdom '11 conference pass at the alumni rate that day.  (Related:  Are YOU going?  Let me know!)

By the time I got back to work, it was 1:30.  So I headed up to the work cafeteria to grab something for lunch.

For some reason, the baked stuffed haddock looked good.

Yes, it was a cafeteria.  Yes, it was fish.  Yes, it was 1:30 and the fish had probably been sitting around since before noon.

Unfortunately, none of those facts entered my mind at that time. 

Do you see where this is headed?

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That night, the boyz had their LAST football practice.  I was on my own, as Hubby was on a business trip from Thurs-Sat.

So there I was, freezing my ass off at football practice.  While Hubby was out of town.  In Ft. Lauderdale.
(I totally sent this pic to him so he would know that I. Wasn't. Happy.)

Later that night, I decided to have some of the football moms over for some drinks and Left Right Center (we play with dollar bills).

(I still hadn't eaten anything since lunch.)

Well, it started off fun...
...but I very quickly started to feel sick (about 2 glasses of red wine in).  I excused myself from the table and scurried up to my bathroom...

...where I instantly vomited.  Red wine.  And chunks of fish.

You're welcome.

Needless to say, I never made it back downstairs.

(Of course my friends were concerned and kept coming up to check on me.  I was mortified and reassured them that I was fine--from behind the closed door.)

At 2:30am, I woke up on my bathroom floor.

And surprisingly felt absolutely fine.

So I scrubbed the bathroom.  Folded some laundry.  And went back to bed.

Saturday morning, Middle and Baby had their very last football game.  I didn't really have time to assess how I was feeling, as I had to get both of them up, fed, dressed and ready in all their damn gear for the game.  Alone.  Because Hubby was STILL in Florida.

By the time I drove to their game, I was starting to feel ill again.

The smell of the concession stand made me queasy.

The thought of water, even, made my stomach churn.

Once the game finally started, guess where I was?

Oh, puking in the bushes, that's where.

And then the rumbling in my belly let me know that there was more to come.

From the other end.

You guys.  I. Wanted. To. Die.

I spent the entirety of their football game either running back and forth to the bathroom or bent over hurling in the bushes.

Talk about a hot mess.

By the time we got home, I was a limp noodle.

Thankfully, Hubby got home from his trip right behind us.

I curled up in the fetal position in my bed and whimpered.

But, I had a 6 mile leg in the Cape Cod Marathon relay to run that next day!

What was I gonna do?!

To Be Continued...

7 comments:

Maureen said...

Oh no! Reading that you had to get up and run makes me feel like throwing up.

Anxious to read what happened....

Kim - Mommycosm said...

You poor thing. The only thing worse than puking is puking in public. Oy.

Classy Fab Sarah said...

Oh my gosh that's the worst. I have the most sensitive stomach. I feel your pain!!

Rebecca said...

I bet you ran...

It totally sounds like food poisoning. I feel really bad b/c those 2 glasses of wine were totally wasted (and you weren't)!

I love LCR...so much fun!

Jen said...

Yikes!

Oh the drama, what are you going to do?

amelie522 said...

Oh. hell. no. I am so sorry, mama! That's the absolute worst, no comparison. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. On a different note, I'm going to Blissfom, too!! So we need to exchange info before then so I can meet up with you! Hoping you're 100% now, and the run went okay....

erica said...

Um, yeah.... I don't even know what to say but... I can pretty much guess you'll never eat cafeteria fish again.

just writing that out makes my stomach turn.

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