Breakfast: A ballony samwhich, a bag of those Cheet-Its and a can of DP.
Snack: A small bag of Oreo cookies (and I wonder why I seem to be gaining weight?)
Lunch: My wife's rubans and potatoe chips and a can of DP.
Dinner: Brots steeped in beer, onions and peppers (2), potatoe chips, some potatoe wedges from Wally World and some cole slau also from the Wally World "delli" section. (They make the 14th Dillions "delli" section look really good!) and water. For desert, I made some no-fat choclate pudding and ate a little. Afterwards, I had a "single" glass of gin-n-tonic.
Going to bed was fine and uneventful...About 1½ hours after going to bed, I woke thinking that I was chocking on some salavi. I thought it was silly of me to do this, conviently forgetting that I had been asleep when this had happened!It took a very long time for the coughing to settle down; not the sign of chocking on spit but the sign of something worst!
After a few more minutes, I left myself realize that I had some kind of food poisoning, put on my zorries (not flip-flops!) and trundled into the bathroom. There, I was blowing chunks as soon as I got the toilet lid up.
This is a good sign that I'm really sick and not just irritated from my stomach not properly emptying! In that case, I have to put my finger down my throat to initiate the vomiting...
After I been coughing and then vomiting for several minutes, I reached a brief break and that was when my wife opened the bedroom door (I was in the main bedroom bathroom) and asked:
"Are you all right?"I feel better now."
"Are you vomiting?
"Not now, dear."
"Are you vomiting? Do you need to go to the doctor?"
"I'm feeling better. I don't need to go to the doctor! (Like I really want to go to the emergency room simply because I'm barfing!)
"It's psycosomatic. It's all in your head."
"Well, not really."
"You get a tickle in your throat and you panic and start vomiting. Just try to resist!
Humm, it is a lot more complicated than that and the vomit will come out when it will. No, it really isn't "in my head"...
"Have you taken any Pepto Bismol?
"No but I will.
"Was it my cooking? Did you eat something too rich before going to bed?
Maybe I did when I ate the pudding or maybe it was the balonni samwhich I had for breakfast or I could just blame it on Wally World (always a good choice compared to taking the insane risk of blaming it on my wife!
She left, I blew chunks a couple more time and stood there till I thougth it was safe for me to goto bed. I went back to bed and took some Pepto Bismol before settling in.
After she came to bed, I realized that my breathing was difficult. When I get vomiting from actually being sick, it ends up constricting my breathing tubes. So, I got up, trundled out to the kitchen (taking care to not step on my older cat who was stretched out in the living room doing his "dig me routine and used my inhaler. This worked fine and I went back to bed and slept fairly well...
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"I vomit, therefore I am"