Warning: This post is NOT for the squeamish. If you don't want to hear me talk about my most recent disgusting illness, go somewhere else today!
When you wake up in the middle of the night realizing you've got about .02 nanoseconds to make it to the toilet before disaster ensues, and you spend the rest of the night both pooping your brains out AND puking up evidently everything you've ever eaten in your entire life, at one point throwing up so violently that puke is coming OUT YOUR NOSE, it's a pretty good bet that you're getting a day off from work.
It just won't be an enjoyable day.
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- rockygrace
- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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6 comments:
Awww gross dude! I'm sorry you have the dreaded barf flu. :( That's the worst. The good news is that these viruses usually don't last too long. Get some Gatorade and hang in there.
Thankfully, I'm feeling a little better now, and I'd like to just erase those hours from my mind. I've never been that violently ill in my life. Bleerrch.
Oh no! I hope you've made a full recovery by now. That's just the worst.
Well, I guess I'd better get well QUICK, because the closing's at 4 today, and I'm still a little queasy. *urp*
This always happens as soon as you buy a house. What? Nobody told you?
Get better, kiddo.
Any more home-buying tips I should know about, Ex? I could use the help right about now.
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