Food poisoning. Ever had it? No? Would you like some? Here, you can have mine.
Please, take it. I'm begging.
I am assuming that this sickness is food poisoning, though I can't think of where I might have gotten it. Do you think you can get food poisoning from Boston Creme Pie? Just those words are making me green so I'm going to say yes, it is possible. And probable.
I spent the better part of last night lying in some sort of prone position on my bathroom floor. When I wasn't resting my chin on the bowl, that is. It got so bad last night that I stopped running back and forth from bedroom to bathroom and instead had Mr. C help me make a make shift bed on the cold tile floor. And let me tell you, I'm too old and my back is too bad to be lying on a bathroom floor like I'm some college kid coming off a bender.
But what choice did I have? After retching my guts up I had little energy to walk the six steps back to bed. I think I may have thrown up my pancreas. Or maybe it was my spleen. I don't know, it was dark and I was woozy.
Mr. C graciously (read: he had no choice) took the day off from work to watch Chicky so I can try to catch up on some sleep and attempt to keep my lower intestines from falling out. I hear cartoons playing. Tomorrow I'll have to explain to her why she can't watch Noggin while eating gold fish crackers all day.
On a bright note some lovely ladies saw fit to nominate two of my posts for Perfect Post awards. Domestic Chicky nominated "Dear Friend" and JayJenny and Paula from Rock the Cradle nominated "2004". Ladies, I am touched and honored. And more than a little overwhelmed. But in a good way. This is the best I've felt in at least 16 hours. Probably longer.
To see more Perfect Posts visit MommaK or Suburban Turmoil.
Now I need to shut my eyes for awhile. Who knew typing while in lying in bed could be so exhausting?