please don’t let them be spider eggs
Last night I ran my five miles, drank a ton of gatorade, and ate dinner. Then I spent the rest of my night puking. Seriously, WTF people? Didn’t I spend a night puking just the other day?
The good news was that I had a pre-existing doctor’s appointment this morning. The bad news is that the doctor felt that my puking was the result of bad food from last night. After telling him that I only had salad he suggested that I had probably eaten bug eggs. B.U.G.E.G.G.S. I ate them. They were in my belly. Kill me now.
Why am I the one that always get sick? Why doesn’t jparks ever wake up at 3am to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet? Why doesn’t he ever eat bug eggs? Life is not fair.
food, in which I am ill
April 29th, 2008 at 8:20 pm
oh my hell… I reckon I’d wanna die too.
April 29th, 2008 at 8:22 pm
Stacey, as I was hugging the toilet I thought of you. I think I’m going to end up doing that anytime I puke from now until forever.
April 29th, 2008 at 8:39 pm
Good God! I think the doctor telling me it was “food poisoning” would have been sufficient. I beg you to tell your spider spawn not to devour me when they take over the world.
April 29th, 2008 at 9:04 pm
PREGGERS!
I know it’s impossible but still. BABYBABYBABYBABY.
April 29th, 2008 at 9:05 pm
preggers with spider baby eggs maybe.
April 30th, 2008 at 10:13 am
In those couple of weeks before I knew I was pregnant, and went out biking, whenever I got to a strenuous part of the ride, I’d get sick and want to throw up (or would throw up). Just thought I’d mention it. And spider eggs…GROSS! Thank goodness for stomach acid!
April 30th, 2008 at 4:37 pm
BLRAF.
April 30th, 2008 at 7:04 pm
It’s impossible? Pregnancy is only impossible when there is no womb. Trust me. I have living walking breathing proof (two times over in fact). Also, there’s the example of Jesus. So even abstinence isn’t foolproof.
Personally I’d cut back on eating out.
May 1st, 2008 at 9:01 am
Aaron and I are perpetually in a “who can have the most stomach problems” contest. It’s sad, really. But at least I am not alone.