Attack of the Salmon
For the longest time I've joked about being bulimic. Making crass and completey random comments about the perils of vommiting after consumption of any caloric quantity.
Today, I learned to better understand the actual hardships of being bulimic, thanks to my mom. (At least that was the last thing I ate)
It all began on Friday night, dinner at Mom's to keep me from going out (big weekend at work). She made Salmon, one of my favorite foods, along with pan fried garlic noodles.... (I hope you know- just describing the food is making me nausiated) I ate everything which was loaded on my plate and went home.
Brian and I rented 'House of Wax', durring which I got to see Paris Hilton with a Steak through her skull- Yay! However, I was unable to enjoy the movie, as I felt nausiated throughtout. Being the open individual I am, I let my roomate know everytime I vomitted a little in my mouth.
So I didn't eat anything else that night, consumed water and went to bed with a tummy-ache.
I wake up, cold sweat......make a run for the bathroom..... and oh yeah. Salmon.
Everything came out. I brushed my teeth- back to bed.
No sleep. 30 minute intervals between dry heaving. Went to work after my stomach and esophagus stopped convulsing (noonish) then vowed to never eat my mothers Salmon again. I had the honor of looking like I had a night on the town.... and was paying for it today. No such luck. All day I consumed the following: Water-which was awful- cause that wonderful taste from the morning lingers, Sprite- to settle a stomach-but sent cold chills through my ravished body so I moved on to: Hot tea..... not very filling, but warm. I had a bag of pretzels and a crunchy granola bar...... nothing else.
After work, I came home. Slept from 7:30 till midnight.
Here I am. I still don't have any intention of consuming anything solid. My stomach is flipping me the bird.
And I'm pondering why we don't give these girls a little bit more credit. They do this after every meal. Wow. Kudos to you.
Not for me.
Back to bed.