I wanted him to take the pillow and just hold it over my face until I gave up and died. It hurt, it was terrifying and I knew FOR SURE this was not a good look for me. So I am kicking and punching my arms and legs uncontrollably. I guess it spilled into my arms/legs/face look- like -you -have- tourette's center of my brain. The overdose of this medicine makes me start having psuedo seizure movements. (no, I am not making this up, your brain really does have a vomit center, look it up) The drug is created to react with your neruo system and make your "vomit center" stop. The mean nurse man then puts phenergran into my IV. I am thinking to myself, "you are not dying, you are not in ethopia, you do not have cancer, pull yourself together!" But I can't. I feel like shit, I look even worse, and the nurse is mean. At this point, I take the sheet and cover my face with it and start crying. It is not a good look for me, I can just tell.īefore I know it, the fat nurse man is busy hooking up my IV and PNG is holding my hair my back for me while I dry heave into the bowl. I have to put on a gown and everytime I roll over to puke in the bucket it flops open. I shoot him a look trying to tell him telepathically to shut them up. This embarrasses me, angers me and amuses me. They keep referring to PNG as my husband. I know I look like shit but am powerless to change a thing. I have on colorful striped capri pajama pants, a giant vendor t-shirt and gold sparkling flip flops. Fat nurses and fat security guards and fat cops all at the front desk laughing and having a good time. I am still at least holding on to a little bit of dignity. He is being respectful (or self preserving) and stays in the car while I am doing this. We get on Bryant Irvin and I puke in the parking lot of some bank. Then we get on Loop 820 and I am just thinking I have to make off of the highway or I will risk killing us. We have to pull over in the parking lot of Dreamers Candle Factory. We start heading down HWY 580 past the wearhouses. It feels like a giant monter has my stomach in his giant angry monster hands and is squeezing it over and over. STAY THERE AND JUST WAIT." I am thinking to myself "for the love of God please do not witness this." I am curled in a ball on my knees b/c of intense stomach pain and retching loudly. I give him very strict instructions: "Do NOT GET OUT THE CAR AND COME NEAR ME. So we are about 4 blocks from my house and we have to pull over so I can retch (again) So, early in the night I just THOUGHT I had been embarrassed. I think to myself, SCREW THIS, those crazy Chinese people have poisoned me. I need privacy.Īn hour later I am sprawled on the bathroom floor just heaving and wanting to die. I encourage him to please go to bed and leave me alone. I tell him I am fine, just need some space. He is tired and has to catch a plane very early the next day. I tell PNG to stay upstairs and to sleep in GirlTeen's room b/c it is late for him to drive home. Pats me and says "there, there." We head back upstairs.okay, not to get redundant but I head back down and am dry heaving by this point. He could totally hear me heaving from upstairs." He is kind and gentle. I am, at this moment, thinking "Wow, this is kind of embarrassing. I brush my teeth and come out and PNG is downstairs waiting for me. I brush my teeth, pat my hair and head back up thinking I am now good to go.Ģ0 minutes into it.back downstairs, this time puking with that painful heave that makes you sort of cry and gag at the same time. Would love to know how it ends.who dies?) about 10 minutes into it and I am running downstairs and puking in my bathroom. We start the movie (Million Dollar Baby) (never finished, stopped when she broke her nose. I tell her to stick it and that really, I have to go b/c I am feeling so like puking. She bitches about the fact that I am hidden in the "love cocoon" with PNG and laments that I am no longer very much fun. Yes, that is her birthname.I tell her that I must go watch the movie and that man, I am feeling soooooooooooooo super nauseated. Yes, I know, it is sounding like a pretty domestic evening.but I have to say it, I was into it.Īs PNG was upstairs getting the movie ready, I was on the phone with my sister, Smokelaughgurl. (was this foreshadowing?) We came back home, went for a long walk, and got ready to watch a movie. My fortune cookie said that all my friends would rejoice in my every success. We went to Szchezwan ( I have no clue how to spell it) I ordered Sweet and Sour soup, Tung Ting Pork and a Diet Coke. On the last night, the night before the teens came pouring back into my secret haven, I went to dinner with Perfect New Guy. I cooked, I organized, I slept in, I filled the house with fresh flowers. I wanted to experience being in my house alone. I took a few days off last week to do nothing. It started out to be the perfect ending to a perfect 3 days off from work.
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