Tuesday before Thanksgiving:
I went into work feeling a little funny. As the day went on I started feeling downright crappy and, seeing as all my work was done, I went home. I don't get sick often and I'm just not used to it, so I decided to stop at Walgreens on the way home to pick up something to make me feel better. I perused the drug aisle with no idea what to buy, so I just went with some Cold/Flu stuff. I wasn't sure exactly what I was coming down with, but I figured that would cover everything.
I got home, took my Cold/Flu medicine and tried to desperately to nap because that evening I had tickets for Wynonna: Tribute on Ice. I did not want to miss that.
A couple hours later, I got up and felt pretty nauseous. I prayed (I really did) that I wouldn't feel nauseous anymore. I really wanted to go to Wynonna. I thought maybe a shower would help, so I got in. And then God answered my prayer. There's really no way to say this delicately ... I puked. In the shower. 3 times. Everything that was inside of me which, incidentally, was mostly stuffing that was left over from our church's Young Adult Thanksgiving dinner.
The problem is, I never throw up, so it's rather disturbing to me when I do. I'm still not really over it. On the bright side, I didn't feel nauseous anymore. I did feel weak and shaky and I couldn't decide if I should go to Wynonna, but finally my mother convinced me to go. I know what you're thinking, shouldn't my mom have convinced me to stay home and rest? No, not my mom. She knows what's best for me.
And she was right. Wynonna was amazing. Also, Santa was there (pictures coming soon). I would have been devastated if I had missed it.
Unfortunately, this all led to me not being able to eat dinner on Thanksgiving. And I may never eat stuffing again.