Back from the dead

OMG you guys. So last Saturday I went wedding-dress hunting with my BFF, and my other BFF and her son came along. My other BFF and her son were just getting over the stomach flu. Which I found out when they showed up. And breathed all over me.

The next day I met another friend for lunch. Who had babysat sick BFF’s son the other day. And she had been puking the day before. Which I found out when she showed up at the restaurant.

So Sunday night I ate an eggroll and started feeling queasy. I chalked it up to either the eggroll or the pizza I’d had earlier that day.

But at 11 p.m., my stomach unleashed a fury from hell that I hadn’t felt in a long time. And it kept. on. going.

For two days I was a puking/shaking/dizzy/coughing/aching/102-degree fever-having monster. Ian, who thought he had the flu also, brought me Gatorade, crackers and soup and stood warily next to me as I expelled what felt like the last 10 years of stomach contents over and over.

I didn’t think I’d ever eat real food again.

Then, on Wednesday morning, I felt a little better. Thursday I wasn’t nauseated anymore. Friday I felt pretty freaking great. I woke up this morning feeling back to normal. And then I got a text message.

The BFFs want me to meet them for more wedding-dress hunting.

~ by Megan on January 18, 2009.