A tasty subject, indeed.
You may not know, faithful reader, that I have an extreme fear of throwing up. I’m not talking your average, “this is really going to suck” kind of fear, I’m talking, helpless fox being chased by twenty rabid hounds kind of fear.
I will do anything, absolutely ANYTHING to not throw up, including selling my soul to Satan himself, if I thought it would get me a reprieve.
Last night, I woke at midnight, extremely nausous. So, I jumped into the shower, and stood under scalding water for thirty minutes to try and distract myself. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Also, I chugged Pepto Bismol WHILE in the shower.
Then I went back to bed. And got right back up again. Jumped in the shower again.
Got out. Still nauseous. So, I said to myself, “Self. You will not throw up. And if you do, it will be outside.”
Obviously, I was out of my head at this point. I went out in twenty degree temperatures, my hair sopping wet, and went on a half an hour walk to keep it all in.
On my walk, I ran into a coyote. No, I was not hallucinating. I’m just that lucky.
Nothing happened, thank GOD, because all I need is a rabies vaccination, right?
Anyhoo, I did manage to not throw up, and get three hours of sleep before work. Success!
