The Moral Of The Story Is Just Because It Tastes Good...

So I went this this great little hole in the wall (my favorite) restaurant on Sunday night.  A new to me cuisine, Pakistani.  And it was soooo yummy.  OMG my meal was delish.  I ate every last bite and then talked about it for the next hour.  Then went to a show and home and thought nothing of it all.

Monday morning I woke up earlier than normal and didn't feel great but wasn't concerned.  I'm pretty much in a constant state of not feeling great.  I've yet to fully figure out my assumed food issues. 

By mid day though, I knew I needed to cancel my date to meet my cousin-ish's baby.  Just in case, I didn't want to get him sick.  I was feeling pretty yucky in the tummy but still...this is sort of a week occurrence...so no big thing.

Or so I thought.

At some point in the later afternoon, the storm hit.  Full on fierce sickness. 

Sick as a dog.  Which is hella-ironic (Do I sound like a hipster kid?  Because that was my vocabulary intention.  I'm completely doubting my ability to pull it off but I live to try again another day...) given that my dog was sick too.  Oh yes, she was throwing up in one room and I was doing the same in the bathroom (thankfully only one of us loses her cookies onto the carpet). 

I will save you the gory details.  And trust me....things got embarrassingly bad.  Worse than I have ever been.  Truly, I have never been this sick.  My body is still in a lot of pain.  I imagine the pain will linger for a while as I slowly heal my sore muscles.

So the good news is that I am alive.  And improving.  Today I made big progress.  I ate two bananas, some rice, some mini pretzels and took a shower.  AND I managed to not get sick after any of those activities.  Thank you Lord for mini miracles.

I have lost four or five pounds since Monday morning.  Which I desperately need to lose.  But not like this.  Not on the forced bulimia diet. 

I don't know for sure that this is a case of food poisoning.  It could be a violent stomach bug.  But either way, despite my love of my meal, I will be avoiding Pakistani food for a good long while.  I have no plans to revisit the last few days of my life. 

Tomorrow's goal is to actually leave my house.

Everyone needs a dream...