apparently im swimming in fetid sewage in my sleep

Because now i have pink eye. On top of everything else.

I dont like vomit.
I dont want to admit how much I dont like vomit.
I wish I didnt know how much I know how much i dont like like vomit.
I hate that I have written vomit four times in this blog and said it many more times today.
I am only slightly less bitter that the vomit in question isnt mine. Especially since I spend way less time with my own vomit as a general rule.
Vomit. Vomit. Vomit. And popsicles.
I think I need you all to know that I am way over vomit.

It was kind of funny watching the er doctor recoil when he saw pepe today. I wanted to introduce them to each other but I was not feeling well enough and didnt want to compromise my pink eye diagnosis.

I found six dollars.
But I forgot to by bread.
Gretty made a nice cream chicken dinner.
I think the six dollars means tomorrow will be better.

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4 Responses to apparently im swimming in fetid sewage in my sleep

  1. Canada says:

    Oh man I’m tired – I thought you said that “gretty made an ICE cream chicken dinner” and I was thinking “well, no wonder there’s vomit!”

    Poor, poor you. I think you need a vacation (maybe at Lourdes? just kidding!). I think your stress is manifesting itself as physical ailments and you need to be sent to a quiet, spa-like place for a week or so to recover. I’m sure Gill will understand. We won’t call it payback for the ineffectual calling of the Turnip while watching Star Wars. I really hope you feel better soon. Sending cyber hugs your way (esp because any other kind may be kinda contagious at the moment!)

  2. nancycle says:

    OK. I feel a little better now that I realize that there is no vomit anywhere around me~!

    🙂

    Get better soon!!!

  3. luckybuzz says:

    Aw, sweetie, this all sounds exhausting and painful. I think you’re right–that six dollars is a sign that things will start looking up. 🙂

  4. Pippajo says:

    Hey, if you want to piss and moan about vomit, I AM YOUR GIRL!

    In the circles in which I move, I am considered the expert on all things vomit.

    When I’m pregnant I have a disorder called hyperemesis gravidarum. Loosely translated it means, “excessive nausea and vomiting of pregnancy.” That means I throw up my toe nails constantly throughout any pregnancy I am blessed with. Oh yes, it is a spectacular thing. Can you believe I went through four pregnancies anyway?

    I’ve been hospitalized more times than I can remember because I vomited so much I got dehydrated and had to be on iv fluids. Once I got dehydrated WHILE ON iv fluids.

    I like to brag about all the places I’ve thrown up: parking lots, churches, offices, stores, the NY Thruway, Palisades Parkway, Garden State Parkway, NJ Turnpike, just to name a few.

    I know vomit.

    So I truly, truly feel your pain.

    Once, when pregnant with My Girl, I handed The Viking a pillow and begged him to smother me with it, I was so desperate to be free of the nausea and vomiting.

    Oh, girl, I hope it ends soon.

    And I hope I didn’t make it worse with all my vomit ramblings.

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