A Different Kind Of Sick

Boy, what a crappy weekend after the crappy week I’ve had! The cold that I had really took it out of me. I actually still have traces of it lingering with me. Sometimes I get sick and I get well enough to resume normal life but I don’t quite shake the cold completely. This is one of those colds. Yet the cold was nothing compared to what happened yesterday. I don’t know if it was food poisoning or if it was my body’s reaction to a week of small amounts of food and then large amounts of crappy eating but I spent yesterday sick as a dog. We went to the Cheesecake Factory for my dad’s birthday. I love me some Cheesecake Factory! I indulged in the taquito appetizers, the honey oat bread with lots of butter and then dove head first into my Chicken Thai Pasta. Then we went back to my mom and dad’s house where we ate the double layer double chocolate cake I had made for my dad. I also had a few Twinkies. It was wonderful and decadent and a prelude to disaster. How do I say this delicately without grossing you all out? Everything I ate yesterday came right back up. It was horrible, awful, indescribable! I hate to throw up more than anything! I will fight it, even if I know it would make me feel better, just to avoid it. Yet yesterday, there was no controlling it. I was sick several times and then had to make the thirty minute car drive from my mom and dad’s house to my own, seat laid down and moaning and groaning the whole way. On top of everything, my mom had sent half the cake home for my husband and that’s all I could smell the whole ride home. It was the longest car ride ever. Yuck! I woke up this morning feeling like I had just received a major ass kicking and surprisingly hungry as all get out. I wonder who else would have food poisoning all night and then wake up hungry the next day. I guess I am never long deterred from my passion for food! You know how some people eat something and if sickness coincides with the eating of that food, they no longer like that food? My dad developed an aversion to Hot Doritos after eating them right before he came down with the flu. My sister got food poisoning off of jalapeno poppers and will now no longer touch the suckers. Me? I don’t blame the food; even after yesterday, I will still continue to love Cheesecake Factory food, chocolate cake and Twinkies. Any other time where I have been sick, the food remains my friend. I don’t know, it’s a gift, a curse, an oddity so typical me. Well, I'm off to take a midterm exam that I am woefully unprepared for. Tomorrow I'm going to gather myself together and as my lovely blogger buddies jen and alea put it, "get back on that horse". Blog to you later!