I had a picnic lunch at Memorial Park today with friends and family from church. We had fried chicken, fresh strawberries and then a lot of junk and sweets for dessert. I didn't eat a whole lot, mostly strawberries an occasional bite of chicken...but a bunch of cookies and a piece of cake...but it had been hours and I felt fine.
I went downtown to meet Christina and do a little shopping and just enjoying an evening in downtown Athens before it gets so HOT. We shopped and walked and talked and had a grand time (and stores began to close) and so we decided to do something fun for dinner. We tried a place that neither of us had tried before, Copper Creek, but it was closed, so we settled for Wild Wing (since I had only been there ONCE in my many years in Athens (which THAT was also a fun story...CAREN!)
So I am into dips these days, and so I ordered a triple dipper, with kind of an odd combination of spinach dip (which is different than spinach artichoke dip), a queso dip and what they called Shrimply delicious...a shrimp dip that ended up being really good, just really spicy. I mean it was SOOOO hot. I started feeling funny and mostly I thought it was that the dip was so hot it was making my face and head feel really hot, my nose sort of run, and then my cold tea and the cold restaurant were giving me chills...then I thought maybe I was getting a little too full...
Right toward the end of dinner when we had gotten our bill and were paying I began to feel really bad. I still just thought I ate too much... We walked down the street toward Christina's car and she was going to drive me to my car which was way further away... So we hopped in and I laid my head against the headrest and tried to just relax and take deep breaths. Christina backed out and we were just chatting like normal. I had done my usual complaining of feeling like I just might throw up a couple of times already and then Christina asked, "Well, what do you feel like doing?" (Meaning what was next for us on our fun evening...) and I said, "I FEEL like I am going to VOMIT." She just laughed and turned the corner and I said, "No! Pull over, I am really going to throw up!"
So she pulled over right beside the court house...the same street that everyone was packed on for the Human Rights Festival...and I hopped out of the car and threw up all over the place. I puked and puked and puked...it was disgusting. It was thick and "dippy" with spinach, strawberries and a ton of sweet tea. I know EVERYONE wanted those details.
See, in case you needed to know this too, I mostly stay standing when I throw up until the very end when I am doubled over and can't stand up anymore...so if I am in a bathroom I will kneel down in front of the toilet and finish wretching...if not, as I was not tonight, I go first to hands on the knees and then a good squat. Mostly I just spit a lot at this level...but since I had done most of the action from a higher angle [I know you want to know WHY this much detail is necessary...but it is really important for this next part...] My throw up SPLATTERED all over my feet and...my jeans. I cried a little. That is so SICK! If I had not been downtown the clothes might have all come off right then. I was shaking, because you just do that sometimes...and I felt like the germiest, stinkiest, most contaminted person EVER...AND I was so humiliated because in addition to just having thrown up in public, I realized it was downtown and though THAT is not uncommon, EVERYONE who throws up downtown...is drunk! I'm sure everyone just thought I had had too much to drink (on a Sunday afternoon none the less...and me, who drinks, um, never...)
When I was sure I was finished, when there was NOTHING left in my body at all, I felt like it was safe to get back in the car and let Christina take me to my car. One thing that I can say is that I LOVE Christina. She reacts with the most level head, and is truly "unshockable" if I have ever met someone who was...and today, when I was sick...she did NOT treat me like I had the plague...and I had just puked [almost] all over her and her car. When I told her this, she said, "it's happened before" like it was no big thing...I would like to think ( :/ ) that I would be that kind of friend. And really I am when it comes to most sick germs, for one who is quite afraid of germs-that-would-cause-me-to-die irrational... but I do NOT react well to throw up and blood and other body fluids...even in children. Especially in children. Because that usually means an accident or an emergency or something equally as panic provoking...WHEW! I have needed to write for QUITE some time.
ANYWAY...I made it driving myself home, got in the shower (with my barf-splattered flip flops ON) and threw my poor jeans in the wash, then I settled down for an easy night of a movie, Desperate Housewives and (hopefully, thus far) no more puke.