Brian and I woke up yesterday in the worst kind of funk. Before I left for work we’d both had pretty disgusting symptoms, and he’d been vomiting for at least half an hour. I was able to hold everything down - by pure force of will and not having breakfast, mostly - and so, it being a Monday and all, I decided I’d venture in to work. I was there for about an hour when I decided that, nope, I needed to go home.
Then the phone rang.
Someone needed to meet with me and would be there in 45 minutes. Unfortunately it wasn’t the sort of thing I could put off, and so I patiently waited, trying to hold back my impulse to run into the nearby (women’s) bathroom and throw up. I managed to get through two meetings before packing my stuff up at 11 a.m. and running for the car. I stopped by our local grocery on the way home and loaded my arms up with 2-liter bottles of 7-Up, Campbell’s Chicken Soup, and People magazine. I got home, let the dog out, and crawled into bed with Brian, where we both lay, groaning in displeasure, catching patches of sleep here and there.
It was awful, but by evening I felt well enough to have a bowl of soup. I drank almost an entire 2 liters of 7-Up by myself, which stopped me throwing up. We decided we’d watch my favorite movie Airplane and see if it made us feel better, but by the time the movie ended we were both passed out on the sofa.
At about 7:45 that evening I got a phone call from our friend Jayson, who knew that we’d been sick without us even telling him.
See, Saturday night we’d staged a sort of impromptu leg of the Great Oklahoma Road Trip, to a well-known rib joint in south-central Oklahoma, not too far from home. I’d taken a few photos and planned to blog it this week, fully recommending that everyone try it out. Then, we got sick, and I found out that two of the friends who went along with us were sick with the exact same thing, the symptoms of which closely mirrored when I got food poisoning last month.
Now; I won’t un-recommend it, exactly, though I’m not going to name the place here; usually when a place gets hold of some bad vegetables it’s not their fault, exactly. It doesn’t mirror unsanitary conditions within the restaurant. But seeing as how I’ve never been that big a fan of ribs to begin with, I will just say that it’s going to be awhile before I head back to this particular rib joint.
Everybody’s feeling better and back at work today. Tomorrow’s my birthday and I’m trying to decide if/where to have a small dinner, all while gearing up for our eleven-hour drive to Colorado on Saturday. Getting sick is never convenient, but this one’s been kind of a bitch.
