The Vomit Streak Ends

Last night history was made at approximately 12:32am. At that time, I braced one hand upon the wall and the other gripping the tub and unleashed the fury from within. That fury was Bear Creek soup and a crunchy peanut butter sandwich. Now, I know without a shadow of a doubt it was the soup that did me in. The sandwich was my attempt to make my stomach feel better. Apparently that did not work. It is safe to say I'll never have that kind of soup again. Hell, I may never have soup again.

So, just like Seinfeld, the streak came to an end. I tell you, vomiting sucks. It is a great abdominal workout though. My abs are still killing me. The worst part about throwing up is the dehydration that comes with it. Luckily I was able to get some gatorade today and keep it down. But your entire body is sore, your joints are tight, and you have one hell of a headache. I felt like I was hungover. I also didn't get any sleep last night. I was literally waking up every 15 minutes and was having insane dreams.

I finally got something to eat tonight, having gone 26 hours without eating. It's staying down, which is a good sign. My body is also recovering. I know feel like I only drank a six pack instead of a case.

But maybe all of this wasn't caused by food poisoning. Maybe it was just an after effect of watching the movie version of Bewitched. I love Will Ferrell, and Nicole Kidman is hot, but I'd rather vomit again that sit through that shitastic movie.