Proof that I know better
Friday, March 28, 2008
So, I went to the beach. It was rainy, but crazy fun. Until about 11:30 that night when I got super-crazy-sick.
See, I have these stomach issues, and I know I have them, and I have to be really really really careful with what I eat, which is why I don't eat fast food or anything fried. It's not only because 90% of fast food is nasty (except for mozzarella cheese sticks, holy crap, those are like the food of the Gods right there) but if I eat it I fall over dead. I spent a good two years of my life a few years ago in and out of the hospital, they never did figure out what was wrong (I heard everything from heartburn to gallbladder issues to what have you, they couldn't figure it out) but as long as I pay really close attention to what I eat (and don't eat bad crap more then once or twice a month) I'm usually okie dokie.
So on Sunday we go out to eat lunch, and I think to myself "Self, we're at the beach, you should eat clam chowder" so I order a bowl of it, which in itself isn't bad, except maybe I ordered some fries to dip in it. It's an illness, and I knew better. I KNEW!
Then, at about 11 we went to dinner, and someone ordered cheese sticks, and someone ate three of them. Seriously, that's all it took. Half an order of fries and three cheese sticks and I was in mondo pain. Enough pain that I've barely eaten anything in four days, and exercising was completely out of the question.
I ate a bit on Tuesday, which was a mistake because I didn't eat again until last night, where I ate cabbage and carrots. I'm all better now, as long as I watch what I eat.
Wasted four perfectly good days of Spring Break. I'm currently petitioning to have them given back to me, along with a time machine. I'll let you know how that goes.