I was enjoying a lovely breakfast of pancakes and bacon at my local Bob Evans when I realized I wasn’t really hungry. Leaving half my food on the plate, I left and went about my day. Errands, errands, ooh ice cream, errands, come home & read a book. Pretty normal day for me (minus the ice cream).
We had a guest in the house; a guest who was like family, but a guest nonetheless. I started feeling rather wonky around suppertime. Wonky as in “If I inhale many more food fumes I will hurl.” I made dinner for Devoted Spouse and our guest and retired to the bedroom to rest.
I thought a nice tv show might get my mind off my queasy tummy. Turning on the tv, I landed on the Food Channel and promptly ran to the bathroom to hurl. By that time I was pretty sure something was amiss. The guest and Devoted Spouse were still enjoying their dinner, grrr.
A little voice told me, change your clothes…put on clean underwear…brush your teeth and do something with your hair. I think it’s a girl thing. A stupid girl thing because by that time I was all sweaty and there was no chance of doing anything with my hair. sigh
At 10:00 that night, I walked into the kitchen all hunched over and looking a lovely shade of grey (no…not Fifty Shades…) to the horror of our guest and managed to scare the puddin’ outta Devoted Spouse. I announced, “Hospital, now!” The guest was concerned, Devoted Spouse was very concerned (and looking for car keys) and I was searching for a knife large enough to cut out Freddie Kruger (who I was sure was living in my belly). It was not pretty.
Almost six days later I had been in two different hospitals, been sedated for a gnarly test involving tubes down one’s throat into the gallbladder (ack ack) and had a virtual munchkin stranger suck out one of my major organs leaving me with four rather painful holes and something disgusting hanging out of me called a drain. (oh ack squared) (you may hurl now).
So that’s what I did on MY summer vacation kids. Even if you desperately wish to lose weight (I’m down 20 lbs now) I suggest you not try this. It’s right up there with abscessed teeth…or maybe being run over by a truck. Yes, the bills are arriving daily. We’re over $22,000 at present. Didja miss me? sigh…