The Week from Hell

Last week was definitely a PITA (pain in the ass). Monday rolled around as usual, and all was well. I stayed home from work to do run some long-overdue errands and just have a relaxing day to myself. It was also the early Christmas I had hoped for, with my new 18" wheels for my truck arriving, and then later the new tonneau for the truck as well. The only problem I had was that the tonneau was the for the wrong model, and didn't fit, so I have to return it.

Now comes the horrible part. I woke up around 3:30AM on Tuesday morning to a feeling of "something just isn't right". Wasn't sure what it was, but I figured it was just something I ate and it would soon pass. I decided to hit the bathroom, and thank god I did because as soon as I got in there, I started to vomit. It was pretty bad, and lasted almost 10 minutes. However, when it was over, I definitely felt better. I brushed my teeth, washed up, and went back to sleep. All was well. Until I woke up again around 6AM and basically did the exact same thing. This time it was worse because my throat was already raw from the previous session. What makes it worse was that it happened a third time around 9AM. After that, I had nothing left in my stomach! The rest of the day I just slept and drank water (and ultimately peed out my ass because I didn't eat any solid foods).

Wednesday was better, luckily, as I wasn't getting sick any, and I was able to at least eat a little bit of food. I had some bread (I know, I'm venturing out on that one), some Jell-o and plenty of popsicles to at least get my blood sugar levels back to normal and make me less exhausted.

Thursday was a trip back down the road of shit-dom. I went out to dinner with my girlfriend thinking that all was basically back to normal. I've been wrong before, but this one takes the cake. We went to Red Robin, and I was debating between a Chicken Parmigiano and the Bacon Cheeseburger. Smart me decided that the burger was the best choice of a meal. I had like 5 bites, a few fries, and I was "full". Paid for dinner, stepped outside and I sat in my truck for a minute before I just said "I'm going to get sick", opened the door, and puked right there outside my door on the parking lot. I'm just glad that I was throwing up food and not stomach acid, because Tuesday's events burned my throat horribly.

So yeah, last week was a bitch. I hope it rots in hell and I never get sick like that again.