Not Again...

Ya'll remember back a couple of weeks ago when I said I was battling the intestinal demons? Well, they made their presence known again last night.

I'm not going to mince words or try to speak delicately. I'm just going to tell ya'll like it is. I puked my guts out for six hours last night and in the words of Roseane Roseannadanna, I thought I was gonna die. This has been a replay of the events of two weeks ago, I don't know what the deal is. I just know that the only common denominator is that on both days I'd taken a baggie of baby carrots to work to munch on in the afternoon.
Never again shall a raw carrot pass between my lips.
I had to call in sick again this morning, there's no way I could have made it in. I dread tomorrow.
Now I'm going to go get lateral, but I'm sure I'll get my second wind at some unholy hour and be back to talk about more important things.
Later Taters.

1 comment:

Laura said...

I hate that no one commented on this post ... as if no one read it?!?!? Come on, y'all ... everybody poops!

Mahala, I empathize with your gut problems. I offer up the only healing thing I can ... get yourself some Charmin adult butt wipes for these occasions. You'll thank yourself. Trust me. (I have IBS; I know!)