A Tale of Two Tummies

Yesterday morning Karen and I set out for Sioux Falls in a flurry of snow. I was accompanying her to a doctor appointment. You know, that moral support, shopping and lunch thing us gals like to engage in. First off we did an hour-long procurement charge through Kohl's, which is always fun and productive. Little did we know that there would be no more shopping. And no lunch to boot. Never have I been so grateful for a bathroom a mere six feet away from where I was seated in the waiting room. The next twenty four hours have been devoted to a nasty bout of angry tummy syndrome. I shall spare you any further details. Karen was feeling a little under the weather herself so we decided to head for home. You know it's bad when lunch seems unimportant, or worse, unthinkable. We did make one quick stop at the mall so I could duck into Bath and Body Works for candles. But wouldn't you know. Cranberry Woods has been discontinued. There is some sort of inverse marketing scheme going on with me and B&BW. When I become enamored of a scent, be it candles or bath products, it's a sure thing those bastards will discontinue it. I know what you're thinking. If I have this much power I should use it for good. Karen remained seated out in the food court, she didn't think her slightly nauseous state would go well with the heavily scented atmosphere in B&BW. I quickly purchased a fountain coke with ice thinking that a little something to sip on might be pleasant. On the drive home I found myself wondering if my cooking made everyone from the party Saturday night sick as well. A call home to Reid, who ate more of everything than anyone, reassured me that he was fine. Immediately upon walking into the house, I dropped everything and went to bed. At about 5 in the afternoon. And proceeded to sleep for the next fifteen hours. Between obligatory and nasty trips to the bathroom. One rather sweet aside to this whole business is that Newton and Einstein have been keeping vigil from the foot of my bed. Steinie is a cuddler, so this isn't terribly surprising. But Newt is a little more aloof, and the fact that he approaches my huddled form and pokes at me with a paw at regular intervals is so very endearing. Now that I have successfully ingested a banana and some tea, I'm feeling pretty adventurous. Oatmeal sounds good.