This post is not even remotely sexy. Consider yourself forewarned.

So this morning I woke up at the asscrack of pre-dawn, for once NOT because I was getting tromped on by an overweight oh-so-starving kitty, but because I was sick.

I just sort of lay there for a minute, trying to get my bearings (Why am I laying across the bed sideways?  What time is it?  WHY am I awake?) and then I realized:  Ohcrap, Igottapuke.

!?!?

And…

It was a weird experience.

(Which is, in itself, a weird thing to say. I know.)

BUT

There was no real reason for me to be puking.  Or at least, there was no *one* reason I could pinpoint as to the Why of the event.  (Couple {1} exposure to hundreds of people from other countries over the course of the past three days with {2} overexertion, and add in the fact that I {3} was fighting off a migraine all day yesterday and {4} got overheated/dehydrated from working…  Yeah, there were possible reasons.  In the plural.  But still.  No clue *exactly* what triggered it.)

 

A n y w a y

 

So I puked.

Which was fun.  (In a not-fun way.)

And…

It was gray.

(Hey.  Keep your Eeewww! to yourself.  You were clearly warned IN THE TITLE that this wasn’t going to be a sexy post.)

I don’t think I’ve ever had gray puke before in my life.

Also:  No clearly-identifiable residual food matter.  (I’m sure you know what I mean.)

It was very strange.

So I’m sitting there on the floor, hugging the bowl, half dry-heaving and half hurling gray… stuff(?)… from the depths of my unhappy belly, and suddenly I think of {1} my husband’s penchant to say things like “__________ing my brains out” whenever he does something super gross (which, obviously: puking is super gross), and {2} Hercule Poirot’s constant reference to his “little gray cells.”

And well…

I kinda zoned out for a minute, contemplating my recently-expelled gray matter, and I was like Hmmm…  I wonder if my IQ will go down a notch when all this puke business is over.

SO.

I spent my morning puking my brains out.

How was YOUR Monday, hmmm?

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10 thoughts on “This post is not even remotely sexy. Consider yourself forewarned.

  1. Fondles

    Oh dear so sorry to hear about the wake-up-to-puke episode. I suppose puking at any time sucks but waking up to retch gotta be a few degrees worse.

    I hope you’re feeling a little better. But no. I dont think your IQ suffered any. Get well!

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    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      There was definitely an element of “suck” to the event, and not the fun kind!

      Isn’t the human body amazing though? That it can self-monitor in such a way as to have your brain alert/warn you, even in your sleep, that something’s wrong? (Which is vastly preferable to the alternative!)

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  2. Jz

    Well, it may be a bit of a gross story but I really like that your mind took you to Poirot!

    Hope you’re feeling better now. 🙂

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