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Thursday is here! I wish it were Friday.
Last night I got home and BF and I did our usual joking around and he sat next to me on the couch for a little bit. Then he got me a beer, Bud Light Lime Yummy, and we talked about my day.
His of course was boring, as he was home all day. Then we discussed what to have for dinner. I was wore out. I told him you should cook because I had to work all day. If I were single I would probably eat a bowl of vegetables and rice every night since it's easy. He said, I pulled some chicken out of the freezer and I want chicken alfredo. Ugh.
I told him then he cooks the chicken and I'll do the rest. Which was, make the alfredo sauce from scratch and cook the noodles and mix it all together. So I took a quick shower and came back out to find the chicken diced up in a pan, no heat on. I asked him what was up. He said, I don't know what spices you use to cook it so I thought I'd let you do it. I sighed and he said, ok just show me and I'll do it. So there we were standing side by side at the stove, him stirring the chicken and me making the sauce.
It turned out pretty good. We ate, watched Wipeout, and if you haven't seen it you must because its so funny. I think I blogged about it before. Then we both started feeling sick. My immediate thoughts were that the chicken was not cooked all the way, oh my god we are going to have salmonella and be really sick. BF has been sick for 2 days so I don't know what is going on with me.
I drank a lot of water and went to bed. I woke up before my alarm with growing pains again. In my legs only of course. I think God is playing a sick joke on me. I am short, really short and yet I have growing pains in my legs, WHICH AREN'T GROWING!
So I was tossing a little in bed when I hear BF start to moan. I thought maybe he was trying to tell me to be still. All of the sudden he got up and ran to the bathroom, and threw up. This day 3. Should I be concerned? I really think he just doesn't want to go to work. Anyway, he lays in bed, I get him some cold water and then I say I am going to take a shower. He says, okay but don't lock the door. Not that I do, but just in case. And while I am putting conditioner in my hair the door flies open and he pukes his brains out.
That was the start to my morning! I hope my day is better with less vomit!
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Posted by KarKar on 2008-07-31 11:00:03 | Rating: | Views: 44
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OMG- BF, may need to get to the Doc's just incase. Don't fool around with salmonella poisonin', I knew Will had it last year, with uncooked chicken or somethin' and he was out of work for 2 months, and he almost died. Best of luck with your outcome. Just be on the safeside I say...xo
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Posted by olp76
on 2008-07-31 11:10:50
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Yikes!! BF should high tail it to the Doc's!
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Posted by TheAlreadyJaded
on 2008-07-31 11:20:09
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hi there...
personally i try to drastically limit the quantity of vomit in my mornings - yuck!
i'd say that 3 days is too much...leads to dehydration too. it's doc time!
cheers!
:)
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Posted by badlydrawnstickman
on 2008-07-31 11:39:52
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