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I don't actually drink soda very often. Particularly sodas not of the diet variety. I do drink my diet coke on occasion. But that's not a frequent occurrence either.
My other favorite thing, besides water-logging my butt in a pool that's actually just my size, is taking drives. Long, peaceful, music filled, mind-numbing drives up Provo canyon.
But I get motion sick in or on just about anything that moves.
So naturally on this drive with a friend who I would really rather not look quite so vulnerable in front of, I puked. The combination of root beer and pizza and driving up a winding road were apparently just too much for the old gut. The conversation went something like this (I might have embellished a bit. What?):
"Um, I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Oh, okay. Sorry."
"I think I'm gonna sit outside so I don't defile your car."
"Oh geez, like for reals? Like you really are sick?"
"Mm." (Couldn't talk much anymore)
"Do you want me to hold your hair back?"
Waved him off
"Um call me over if you need me."
And action. Geez I'm graceful. "Goosh. Cough. Sputter. Goosh. Spit. Cough." Too graphic? I'll stop. You get the idea.
Pathetically: "Ummm can you please come hold me up and my hair back?" In defense of me sounding so weak and whiney, I was gonna tumble down the mountain. And the first thing I would have rolled into was my own vomit.
He did his duty manfully and without complaint and then we got back in the car-- after realizing we were still sitting in front of my own regurgitation well after the deed was done.
Thanks friend, you know who you are. You really took one for the team last night.
I need a new nickname. Pukey Pants? Fainting Fanny? Any other suggestions? I'm an idiot. But I have some stories to show for it ha ha.
just wait til your preggers dear! haha, hopefully you have a great husband that will hold your hair and rub your back like i do. haha. lovely!
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain, Ash. I get motion sickness sporadically and because of the inconsistency I forget all about it until I am reminded by the swinging stomach sensation. One trip from Tucson to Phoenix resulted in 4 pit stops and I almost just told them to leave me at some random McDonalds because we were trying to pick someone up from the airport and I was causing a major delay. I just love to be the sickly center of attention, don't you?
ReplyDeleteI've had some experience with that. :) Oh your little tummy.
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