Desert Diagnostics

Last night, I woke up and puked.  Today, I’m fine. 

Was it food poisoning?  Who knows.

Was it a flu virus?  Who knows.

Was it a parasite? Who knows.

Welcome to desert diagnostics.  It’s a very technical practice of shoulder shrugs with a few “meh’s” thrown in for good measure.

All I know is that I woke up, felt ill, went to the bathroom, puked, and then brushed my teeth.  I was really proud of myself because I usually cry when I throw up, but this time I just did the business, cleaned myself up and slipped soundlessly back into bed.  The Mister was none the wiser until the morning when Lola spilled my secret, “Mama threw up in the night!!!” she cried.  What??? was his reply.  He had no idea. 

I must be growing up.  And perhaps harbouring a parasite in my gut.  You never know.  Meh.

5 thoughts on “Desert Diagnostics

  1. H says:

    And I shall name her SUSIE!

  2. michelle says:

    Weird, I was doing the same thing last night. Maybe we spread it to each other over our skype date. Except I’m still feeling fluish today =( Called in sick to work for the first time in a year. I’m so proud of you being able to just do your business! Haha, and that Lola spilled your secret…how did she know?! She’s like a spy

  3. Sonya says:

    I thought that I was the only grown up who cried when I puked. Glad to know I’m in good company. Or WAS in good company. Once again you have bested me. Blast!! Your skillz have no bounds!!

  4. Di says:

    Were you secretly kind of glad when Lola told The Mister? Because then he could a) be proud of you for being so grown-up about the whole thing, and b) feel sorry for your sick self. Good one, Lola.

  5. whitegirl says:

    I was secretly glad that Lola told my “secret” because then I didn’t have to ruin the grown up moment by whining about it like a little bitty baby.

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