Abbey
Spork Queen
My daughter and I went out to dinner about 8pm last night. Got home about 9pm and popped in a movie. After 15 minutes later she says...what going on over there...it sounds like a tornado in your stomach.
I said...I don't feel too good. Another 15 minutes later I had to BOLT to the restroom. Af first it was about 4 trips with um (sorry) massive diarehha. I told her I was going to go lay down. Layed down and she asked me if I wanted some Pepto. I told her THAT would probably make me throw up. Well, she had Immodiam in pill form. Brings me one of those horse pills and water. I try to take the pill and it gets stuck for enough in my throat that it wouldn't go up or down. I literally couldn't break. About 10 minutes later...she's freaking out...I'm freaking out...I realize I need to throw up.
Now if you think I bolted before, you ain't seen nothing yet. I'm running through the house not breathing with my hand over my face. I *almost* make it, almost being the key word I get back up and reach the toilet. I have never seen a series of projectile vometing EVER. I'm shaking, trying to catch my breath and barely make it back to bed.
About another 5 minutes go by...uh, oh. I repeated this scenario until 7am. Couldn't sleep...still shaking.
Now here's the icing on the cake. Good timing body...I get one my classic all nighter heat flashes.
I feel better today, WHAT A NIGHT! No more Gyros for me.
Abbey
I said...I don't feel too good. Another 15 minutes later I had to BOLT to the restroom. Af first it was about 4 trips with um (sorry) massive diarehha. I told her I was going to go lay down. Layed down and she asked me if I wanted some Pepto. I told her THAT would probably make me throw up. Well, she had Immodiam in pill form. Brings me one of those horse pills and water. I try to take the pill and it gets stuck for enough in my throat that it wouldn't go up or down. I literally couldn't break. About 10 minutes later...she's freaking out...I'm freaking out...I realize I need to throw up.
Now if you think I bolted before, you ain't seen nothing yet. I'm running through the house not breathing with my hand over my face. I *almost* make it, almost being the key word I get back up and reach the toilet. I have never seen a series of projectile vometing EVER. I'm shaking, trying to catch my breath and barely make it back to bed.
About another 5 minutes go by...uh, oh. I repeated this scenario until 7am. Couldn't sleep...still shaking.
Now here's the icing on the cake. Good timing body...I get one my classic all nighter heat flashes.
I feel better today, WHAT A NIGHT! No more Gyros for me.
Abbey