My little funk didn’t have time to work itself out before Tuesday came around and it became apparent that it was more than my general mood that wasn’t feeling too hot. Shortly after lunchtime I started feeling….”iffy.” Refusing to give in easily to the virus gods, I made myself get through my usual Tuesday brick. And then even offered to make dinner for Ryan – who has been sick with a sinusy issue for a little while now.
And then I smelled the marinade that the pork chops I was planning on making were sitting in.
And I promptly was curled in a ball on the couch with raw meat sitting out, making weird noises and feeling sorry for myself. Ryan came over and discovered I was in no condition to actually be making dinner and he put me to bed (without even pointing out how I somehow tricked him into taking care of me!) A few hours of restless sleep later, my head was over the side of my bed puking into bags we had (thank goodness) set there for just that purpose.
The worst part of it all is that I now have another item to add to “the list.” You know the list – the one you keep of the foods you ate last, before you threw everything up? No matter if that particular food was the cause of the problem, even the mere thought of it brings the stench of vom to mind. My list now stands with: Vanilla covered raisins, Alaskan King Crab legs, Panera Broccoli Cheddar Soup (okay so this one I’ve managed to get myself over, but I still think about it every time I get a bread bowl!), Safeway Fiesta Chicken Tortilla Soup.
Hmmm. Maybe I should see a pattern with the soup??
The good news is its over! Has it set me up for the best race of my life on Sunday? Probably not. But it’s a little early in the year for that anyway 🙂