January 28 is my anniversary with Forrest. This year, we celebrated two years together, which is, ironically, the point where Wasband and I were separated. So clearly this is a better situation.
Anyway, on the 27th, I ate a chef salad from McAlister’s off of Mendenhall…it was around 9pm. By midnight, I was puking my guts out and having, uh, bowel issues.
This continued for 14 hours, at which point I called my doctor in a panic. They recommended I go to the ER and get an IV.
So here I am, getting fluids and waiting for them to take my urine sample (to prove I wasn’t pregnant) so that they could give me painkillers for the electrolyte imbalance, which was causing ketosis (paaaaaaaain, y’all):
I look happy, but it’s only because I’m hoping to feel better, soon.
So Happy 2nd Anniversary to Forrest, and I thank him very much for being by my side throughout all of the ridiculous crap that happens in our lives. <3
Well, it will be one anniversary you won’t forget!
And I’m suspicious of that ruben sandwich I had there with you…
Congratulations anyway.
Different McAlister’s…and I didn’t get sick until the next night, whereas you got sick that night. I was feeling peachy until 2 hours after I had my salad on Sunday night. :-/ It hit me fast, and hit me hard. Glad you’re feeling better, and thanks!
Hope you are feeling better or will be soon. Happy Anniversary, anyway.
I am. I was more irritated than anything, because of the pain. I’m pretty much back to normal, now. Thanks!