Some things change

First, this weekend, I had some Thai, and I was willing and able to eat it in quantities more than a few bites. I may have to revise my intense aversion to Thai food to a more tentative distaste. I’ll experiment and see if my tastes have changed. Finding that I now enjoy Thai would be a most welcome discovery. Here’s hoping.

This weekend I also observed (bragged? It’s so hard to tell with me sometimes) that I hadn’t puked in over 10 years (indeed, I’m pretty sure it was closer to 20). Which was true… up until about 30-45 minutes ago. I don’t know if it was ‘s salsa & chips (which I shared without invitation), the peanut butter & jelly sandwich, the humus & pita, or the quorn patty (with its egg white ingredients) that pushed me over the edge, perhaps even the crappy wrap they gave us at today’s lunch lecture (the lecture, btw, rocked). I’m strongly tempted to throw them all out. I was tossing and turning, wrestling with stomach discomfort, bloating, and gas. Then I sat bolt upright in the bed, and puked over my blanket and sheets. Fortunately away from any of the more important contents of my bed (Books, graphic novels, clothing). This is incentive to never ever go to sleep while fiddling on my laptop ever again.

Feeling that the problem hadn’t completely resolved itself, I got out of bed, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around myself, for the very short jaunt to the bathroom. I managed to kneel down in front of the Porcelain Goddess before wave 2, but I did not manage to raise the seat. Wave 3 finally made it into Her sacred watery place.

Feeling considerably restored, I promptly set about cleaning up after myself right where I was. It took me a few minutes to realize that the bed should have been a higher priority. Indeed, it had soaked through to the mattress. Even through my comforter. The cloth things are now going through the washing machine. I’ve covered the affected mattress bits with baking soda on general odor absorbing principle (later affirmed by interweb instructions. Other suggestions for this part are quite welcome and appreciated). The bathroom is probably as clean as its ever been since we moved in (though I wonder how long the smell will linger). Generally none the worse for the wear, and a little more conscious of my own fallible humanity. =)