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?
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!
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!)
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. 🙂
I knew my Book People would get it. 😉
And I am much improved, thank you. 🙂
Came here for the click-bait title. Stayed for the medical drama.
You thrill-seeker, you. 😉
Hope you are feeling better today!! Never fun to be in that situation but a well written post anyways…
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I am much better now, thank you. 🙂
Jeeeez— I hate that ! I hope you’re feeling back to your former non-puking self!
Yes, I’m back to “normal” now (interpret as you will 😉 ).