Merry Christmas friends!

I hope it was everything you wanted and more. For me. Not so much. I was up barfing my guts out all night Christmas Eve. I was so sick, it was horrible; I am not a fan of throwing up as it is, so it was worse for me. And nothing says sick like praying to the porcelain God in a public washroom. Yes. That. Was. Me. Barfing up my everything into the toilet of the Swiss Chalet. Fabulous! Ugh. It’s a wonderful thing, heaving everything you have into public toilet.
Oh, the better pat of the story; on our way home from the restaurant… I told Mike that I wasn’t going to make it. As always, he assumes that I am exaggerating and I end up throwing up all over the inside of my precious car. I love this car, and now it’s been stained with the chicken soup vomit from the restaurant. Mike did his best to clean it up in the dark, but there are still few areas that must be redone. Ugh.

Once I got home, I begged him to run to the all night Shopper DrugMart and get some Gravol. As I have mentioned numerous times before. I. Hate. Throwing. Up. I would rather have explosive diarrhea then vomit; no such luck for me though.
I took about half a package of pills and went to bed for the night, and they didn’t do their magic; I was up half the night heaving nothingness once again.

Christmas Day was a tad better. The Gravol stayed down which was bonus, and I made it to Christmas dinner. A little weak and tired, but I was there. Today, I feel 100%. So far. I got tons of sleep last night and I’m ready to enjoy what’s left of the holidays.

So, tell me. What id you get? Did you have a great family dinner? Where you ready to rip anyone’s eyeballs out of their heads? Conspiracies of murder? Dish it!