I'm having second thoughts about my Cheesecake Ministry.
I'll break it down for you.
Friday night I ate HALF of my SURVCC (see previous post) and took the rest home.
Saturday night I ate HALF of THAT HALF.
Yesterday afternoon I had the remaining QUARTER.
About 5:00 p.m. I began to feel queasy.
By the time Small Group was over at 7:15, I seriously doubted my ability to drive home. But I have self-sufficiency issues and could not entertain the thought of asking for help.
At 9:15 p.m. I was hugging porcelain and puking my ever-lovin' guts up.
In my entire 36 years of adult life, I've probably hurled a total of 5 times, and that includes 18 months of pregnancy. I HATE THROWING UP. And there is no puking like this puking. Clear bile and pink pepto bismol. I mean, it was coming out my nostrils. Aren't you glad you visited my blog today?
1 comment:
yep! I know what you mean! Only, I hate Pepto Bismol so much, I almost would rather vomit.
Sorry, I left my "Bugs" at your house!
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