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.