Saturday, January 2, 2010
This blog should be titled Livin' in a Toilet Bowl. Because, folks, I've got my head in one often enough. Seriously. Vomit is a post label and I use it way too much. I threw up. Again. But the really weird thing was that I only threw up one time. I cannot even remember the last time I only threw up once. I don't even know for sure if such a time exists. Last night I felt just fine until about 9:00. I swallowed some knock off Pepto Bismal with great hopes that it would stave off any vomit. At 10:00 I started to shiver and at 10:10 I yakked. Let me just say that Pioneer Woman's Enchiladas do not taste nearly as good coming up as they do going down. Oh how my throat burned. I wanted to reach my hand down my esophagus and tear it out. Anyway, right there, in the middle of my enchilada sauce barf was a perfect pink circle of Regular Strength Stomach Relief. (I am aware of the fact that that is just way too much information.) But maybe--just maybe--enough of it got in there to do the trick. Or maybe I just got lucky last night.