You’ve been warned.
Last night I ate a huge serving of this stuff. (It was probably three times what you see in the picture.) And then I started to feel bad, real bad. (For the record, I’ve eaten this recipe many times with no issues. It was definitely a case of user error; I think I didn’t wash the veggies well enough.)
My tummy was cramping. I felt painfully bloated. Sitting, laying, standing, no position felt comfortable. I finally decided to chug some Mylanta and go to bed really early. I figured that sleeping it off was my best bet.
Around 9:30, just an hour after I had gone to bed, I woke up suddenly. Everything in my tummy needed to be evacuated, stat. I ended up tossing my cookies (aka three big servings of dinner) into the bath tub. (I told you it was gross.) It was horrible, disgusting, painful, and miserable. (I could probably think of a few more adjectives, but we’ll go with those for now.)
What to my wondering eyes did
appear happen? The tub wouldn’t drain.What’s an Amy to do? The even better news? Throwing up didn’t make me feel better. It made me feel worse. I didn’t throw up any more after that, but I’ll just tell you, it was a long, long night.
Now, it’s not all bad. Stephen happened to call me after the initial throwing up incident. I wasn’t exactly up to my usual sparkling conversation, but it sure felt nice to hear his voice. (Few things are worse than being pitifully sick and totally alone.) Also, Around 6 am I started to feel better. I was exhausted but no longer nauseous. I’ll take it. Last good thing: I have since bleached my bathtub, and it’s never been cleaner.
I didn’t go to work today, but I suspect I’ll be fine to return tomorrow. Let us never speak of this again.*