For Cathy and so Heather knows she doesnt want it.

Thursday, July 19, 2007, 12pm. a friend takes me to lunch. I'm going to sit her cats while she's away plus we just want to catch up. After browsing the menu at Scotty's, a place Abram and I have frequented, we both decide a wrap sounds good. Its their best entre. I order the (I had to wait this long to post so I could actually talk about it) Kinney bacon skinny wrap with applesauce as my side. I've never had it before but a friend did and loved it. We have a lovely time and I'm back at work at 130pm. 3pm Abram picks me up and we head over the house we will be closing on the next day. We have some last minute pictures and things to do. I'm walking around with Abram taking pictures. the Realtor comes by, we chat. soon after she leaves and we start to pick up where we left off I suddenly feel very nauseous. I tell abram how sick I feel and he suggests I go upstairs and lie down on the carpet. I do so and lay their writhing in agony for the next hour while he finishes up. He practically carries me to the car and I go to my bed at home to lay there, cramping and feeling so completely miserable I could cry. Abram comes in to offer some comfort. Finally at 7pm while Abram is sacrificially rubbing my back for some relief, I jolt out of bed and to the bathroom. It all comes up. Food from seven years ago had to have been in there. Where did it all come from?? I felt instantly better. and only for an instant. I was soon back in bed, cramping up and feeling even more sick. Images of the Kinney bacon skinny wrap haunt me.
Abram leaves for a bit to run some errands. I call my dad b/c I'm sure he has the cure for food poisoning. Sure enough, he offers up his sure-fire puke recipe. Two tablespoons of mustard in a quart of water. stir it up and drink it down. "You need to get it all out of you" I go down stairs. I like mustard. I like water. surely watered down mustard cant be all that bad. I got as far as mixing it and then the very thought of it, mixed with the Kinney wrap images is enough. I bolt upstairs to the bathroom where more, yes more comes up. Where was I storing THAT?? So, Dad said I have to get it all out. and if more just came up, maybe there is more in there?? So, yes, I did. I drank the mustard water. tasted like mustard. easy enough to get down. Not so pleasant sitting in the gut. I wait. nothing. walk around. nothing. go back to bed. try to fall asleep... long story short. It was all out. I spent the entire night up every hour to hour and a half with the dry-heaves. My body was put through a beating like nothing else. every inch of me to my toes hurt. pain. lots of pain. I couldn't get comfortable. I laid in bed till I knew I needed to take my shower sooner or later since I had to be at the closing of the house at 11am. I sat on the floor of the tub and mostly just let the water run over me and I think I managed to wash my hair. abram picked out some clothes for me, I let my hair airdry and we drove to the closing. I was a mess. but got thru. I laid around the rest of the day. Saturday we went to the pool and while that was refreshing I was still very dehydrated and it took a lot out of me to just float around. Abram took me to Indy and the chicken noodle soup I had had for lunch kept taunting me and threatening to come back up. On our way home Abram had the audacity to suggest we call ahead to Scotty's to pick up dinner. Well, he had to go in and eat it by himself (which he did) I just got a strawberry smoothie, which sat nicely. Sunday I was all better, but I am a bit leery of food still.
oh, I had called Scotty's Thursday to inform them of my condition and they were, unfortunately not the kindest about it. too bad for them.
so, that's my story.
may you all be sparred food poisoning!!!!