Sooooo, fast forward a day from my previous post, and EVERYONE in the house had the stomach bug. I REALLY thought I had outwitted, outplayed, and outlasted it. Alas, Wednesday rolled around, and about an hour after getting home from work, my stomach just felt...queasy.
Didn't eat dinner. Downed some Pepto instead. Perhaps not the right idea at that time. I stayed up until 10, then went to bed myself.
3 a.m., and BAM, I'm awake, and I'm going to throw up. Haul ass to the bathroom, pull a towel onto the floor in front of the toilet, and hunker down, gripping the bowl for support. Heave once. Nothing.
Next thing I know, I'm waking up with my cheek resting on the side of the toilet (seat up, which is particularly nasty). Realize I have thrown up and passed out at the same time. Clean up, and go back to bed, cold and clammy and shaky.
I don't know why, but I'm the only person I know of who passes out when I vom. I didn't do it when I was a kid, but as an adult - when I'm legitimately sick - not with a bad case of The Drunks - I do the simultaneous Vom/Faint. Puh-leeze tell me I'm not the only freak who does this. And yes, I know the pics don't quite GO with my story, but did you really want to see pics that DID go? I thought not.
Pants: The Garment District
Shoes: Newport News
Cuff: Charming Charlie's
Happy Monday, yo.