when you get sick on Christmas

So, I woke up Tuesday morning with one of the worst migraine headaches I've had in a long time. I had the upset stomach, sensitivity to light and sound and a pounding like you wouldn't believe in my head. So, I decided work was not an option and went back to bed.

I had had an upset stomach all weekend due to what I thought was stress...but by Tuesday evening it still hadn't gone away. I made it into work on Wednesday for the whole three hours I was required to be there, but was actually feeling much better. Better enough to join some friends at Medevial Times for a nice entertaining dinner-tickets were on sale because, really?, who goes to Medevial Times on Christmas Eve? A bunch of people with no family or loved ones in town.

On a side note...Medevial Times is pretty good times. I was a bit worried about eating with my hands, especially when the girl dropped half a chicken on my plate. But all in all, it was a good time and I'm really glad I decided to get out and be social for a few hours.

Ok, so back to Christmas Eve. My friend Shane called and I ended up meeting up with him for a few beers and some good conversation, I was still feeling much better at this point than I had over the past few days. I went home, crawled into bed and got ready for a nice long rest.

I woke up Christmas day around 11:30am and decided to cook myself some eggs and sausage. I whipped up some eggs and decided I would get a bit creative and throw in some cheese (I know, I'm crazy!). Well, I checked the expiration date on the cheese, which had not passed, but the cheese smelled a bit off. I didn't think much about it, because its cheese and sometimes cheese smells bad. I sat down with my scrambled eggs and sausage and watched A Christmas Story, which happened to be at the exact point it was when I had turned it off the night before. Gotta love TBS.

I have a friend from work who is from Dallas and last year his mom invited me and some other people with no where to go over for Christmas dinner. I got the same invitation this year, so I got up and showered and got ready to go. Dinner was amazing, and great company. She even went out and bought a bunch of gift cards to different places for a gift exchange. People's kindness is always a pleasant surprise.

A little bit after dinner, my tummy starting rumbling. This was not a good thing, as I have experienced this feeling before. I collected my belongings, along with a ton of leftovers, said my thank you's and proceeded to drive as fast as I could to make it home before I made a huge mess in my car. I got home just in time, and without going into too much detail, for the next 6 hours every 15-20 minutes my bodily functions took over. Whatever was in my body needed to be out and it didn't matter how. I had heard of this happening to other people, and always wondered if it ever happened to me how I would handle it. With a trash can...

There are no words to describle what a horrible night I had, I spent a good deal of the night on the bathroom floor because it got to the point where as soon as I laid down in bed, I had to get back up. I had been pretty sick before...but nothing compared to the violent illness I experienced on Thursday night. I haven't been able to figure out if it was the questionable cheese that I ate for breakfast that morning, or if it was just something that had been creeping up on me for a few days.

Needless to say, I missed work again on Friday, so I'm sure all of my hotels and coworkers think that I'm a big slacker and just don't want to come to work. I haven't felt right since, but I've started to get my appetite back. On a positive note, expelling everything from your body for 6 hours straight is a pretty good diet aid. I haven't had this flat of a tummy in years!