One Long Night
I haven’t been sick a lot in my life. Nor have I ever had surgery (except pulling my wisdom teeth in high school), so I know I have no grounds to claim what ailments are among the worst. But, I have to say that the throwing up virus has to be at the bottom of the list among the more common sicknesses. And I had this plague over the weekend . . .
It all started innocently when my friends Abby, Anna Kate and I were touring Historic Beaufort, NC last Thursday night after spending a couple days at the beach. We found a cute little tavern by the water in which to dine. It even had a great guitarist playing as we ordered. The overall mood was delightful. But, when it came to ordering I couldn’t quite make up my mind and ended up settling for the most random meal… a cup of chili and an order of hushpuppies. What I was thinking I am not sure because not only do these menu items not fit a summer climate but they are down right gross together. However, I ate up thinking the chili tasted great.
But I was still hungry after realizing I ordered only a cup and not a bowl, so I proceeded to petition my friends to stop at Dairy Queen on the way back to our hotel. I was craving the “Monster Blizzard” I had seen 50+ ads for on t.v. in the past three days. Chocolate soft serve mixed with chunks of cookie and m and m’s. I could hardly wait to taste this treat!
It was great until I was half way done and started to feel disgusting all over. And as the night went on, as each hour passed I felt progressively worse. Until I threw up three times between the hours of 4 and 8 am the next day. As I sat there and stared at the ceiling for hours on end, I pondered how food, the substance that I loved so much on most days, had become of Satan? Even the food ads on tv commercials seemed as bad as acutally having the item before me. And I wanted nothing of it! So, during these wee hours, I concluded that stomach ailments are awful as they distort our precious favorite foods into becoming our worst enemies. So wrong.
Yet, my friends are saints for pulling back my hair and taking out the trash as I thrashed in the bed. Besides loosing a night of sleep thanks to my commotion, they even gave up the savored beach hours to drive me home. So, while throwing up sucks, only true friends stay around when it happens—which is a good memory to take from our trip to the Caribee Inn. Besides their kindness, the long night of Thursday would have no redeemable moments.
It all started innocently when my friends Abby, Anna Kate and I were touring Historic Beaufort, NC last Thursday night after spending a couple days at the beach. We found a cute little tavern by the water in which to dine. It even had a great guitarist playing as we ordered. The overall mood was delightful. But, when it came to ordering I couldn’t quite make up my mind and ended up settling for the most random meal… a cup of chili and an order of hushpuppies. What I was thinking I am not sure because not only do these menu items not fit a summer climate but they are down right gross together. However, I ate up thinking the chili tasted great.
But I was still hungry after realizing I ordered only a cup and not a bowl, so I proceeded to petition my friends to stop at Dairy Queen on the way back to our hotel. I was craving the “Monster Blizzard” I had seen 50+ ads for on t.v. in the past three days. Chocolate soft serve mixed with chunks of cookie and m and m’s. I could hardly wait to taste this treat!
It was great until I was half way done and started to feel disgusting all over. And as the night went on, as each hour passed I felt progressively worse. Until I threw up three times between the hours of 4 and 8 am the next day. As I sat there and stared at the ceiling for hours on end, I pondered how food, the substance that I loved so much on most days, had become of Satan? Even the food ads on tv commercials seemed as bad as acutally having the item before me. And I wanted nothing of it! So, during these wee hours, I concluded that stomach ailments are awful as they distort our precious favorite foods into becoming our worst enemies. So wrong.
Yet, my friends are saints for pulling back my hair and taking out the trash as I thrashed in the bed. Besides loosing a night of sleep thanks to my commotion, they even gave up the savored beach hours to drive me home. So, while throwing up sucks, only true friends stay around when it happens—which is a good memory to take from our trip to the Caribee Inn. Besides their kindness, the long night of Thursday would have no redeemable moments.
posted by Musings @ 7:04 PM
1 Comments:
At 12:03 AM ,
A. Lin said...
Sounds like you caught the virus that has been going around the Triangle. Everyone in my family had it around Memorial Day. I hope you are feeling better.
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