i thought i could last....
how wrong i was.....UGH!
its been almost a week & a half since anyone came down with anything remotely close to that of the dreaded stomach flu. and for the powers unbeknownst to me, last night i had that flu. and on a night when i actually decided to eat a real meal. oh the horror of it all.
have i mentioned how much i hate to throw up?
i know that pretty much everyone hates to yak. and if you like it, you're a sick bastard. but i absolutely loathe it. you see, when i was an infant & as a toddler, i had a weird stomach thing. i was a projectile vomiter. i had & still have a rather strong gag reflex. any small thing would set jennifer off. and then......WATCH OUT!! my parents tell the story of having my grandparents (nana, pop-pop, memaw, grandma & grandpa taylor) over for dinner all the time. and a lovely time by all would be had.
until......
cute little jennifer, sitting high atop her princess highchair throne, would purse her adorable, pink lips together to form the most perfect little "O", and emit the tiniest of tiny burps. it was then that everyone would SHOVE back from the table & duck for cover like someone attending a Gallagher concert. it was bad.
i can remember as a child, dreading having to yak. i would prolong the enevitable for hours. my mother would beg me, "just let it out & get it over with already!". but i would hold on, holding it down, until i couldn't any longer. and then it was all over. and by that time, my mother had gotten sick & tired of sitting there, holding my hair. so, i learned how to do it pretty much on my own. (to this day, i never let anyone in my house, child or adult, go through that alone.)
then in junior high. i was a pudgy little thing. still cute as a button, but an oversized clown button. i was immense. or so i thought i was. and so.....a thought dawned on me. if i don't keep the food in me.....i can't get fat! that started me down an 8 month bulimia road. i lost a ton of weight. looked fabu. but man, was i miserable cause i had to yak all the time. so, with my disgust of having to yak & the fact that i kinda looked decent again....i stopped that.
fast forward about 10 years to 22. the very first time i got pregnant. it was horrible. i had morning sickness 24 hours a day. and although i eventually lost that baby, the doctors assured me that THAT was probably not going to happen again. something wrong in that pregnancy to make me more violently ill than anything i had ever seen. if i chose to get pregnant again, it would be a nice, calm one. maybe with a few days worth of MS and nothing more.
man were they wrong.
with each child (that's 4 more after my 1st) i was sick from day 1 to day 300. and not that "i feel a little queasy" MS either. full blown, yakking in the sick, carrying a bucket with you everywhere MS. yeah.....it was a riot!
so...you're saying to yourself.....you should be a pro at this whole yakking thing!
WRONG-O!!!
i hate it. nothing prepares me for it. and i still (as i did last night) try in vain to hold everything back as long as i can. i only prolong my agony....yes, i know. but what's a girl to do?
so.....that's what i did last night. what about you?
posted by jeni at 11:40 AM
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