Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Quality Time With The Toilet

Warning: The following post could cause dry heaves. Can't say you weren't warned.

I caught a mean dose of the flu a few days ago. This one hit me harder than I've been hit in a long time. From about 7:00 on Sunday night until 10:00 on Monday morning, I had a date with the toilet every hour and a half. It was like clockwork.

After about the fourth time of being so intimate with the toilet, you don't care anymore how gross it is that you're resting your head on the porcelain. The last meal I ate before I started blowing chunks was a chili dog. I'm not kidding you. I can guarantee you this: there aren't too many things that could possibly be worse to regurgitate than a chili dog.

I'm still not feeling great, but I've gone a whole day without spewing so I can't complain. One thing is for sure though. It's going to be a long, long time before I eat another chili dog.


Reese Gang said...

Cory forgot to mention that the chili on the hot dog was most likey tainted, & that his "flu" was most likely food poisoning.

Hollie said...

We hear you! Lincoln woke up half-way through his nap the day before Christmas Eve puking - I swear to you - double his body volume. I caught it after he puked in my face and spent all of Christmas Eve and Christmas loving the toilet. Kelly got it two days ago. So help me, all I wanted for Christmas this year was a roll of velvety-soft TP. Hope the new year is less....poopy.