This past Friday was Good Friday, my boss let me have the day off because he's a pillar of the Christian community and all his friends were doing it. So I used Friday to get some errands done, one of them was a stop at Sam's Club to get the rest of the Twilight series that my generous grandmother got me hooked on. While I was there I got dog food and a couple other grocery items like strawberries and trail mix.
If you've never been, Sam's Club is a good place to get a lot of something for a good price. So I go home, show Rob what I'd gathered and moved on.
Saturday afternoon comes and I had been reading all day Saturday, (I did mention I was addicted, right?) , and after a light lunch I grabbed some of the trail mix I bought the day before. It was pretty good, different than I had had before, it was really salty but that's what the package claimed "Salty and Sweet" so I didn't think much of it. Rob wakes up and sees the mix and helps himself to a few handfuls. We're just chatting and munching and it's all really innocent.
A couple hours later I get to the point where I realize that the ill feeling is not going to pass. I decide to just chill out but it seems that my stomach had other things in mind. As my stomach flies in to reverse I barely beat it to the bathroom. Now, Rob just thinks I have the stomach flu or some other condition and goes on his night. My trips to the bathroom continue and just because I felt so weak I asked Rob to call out of work to make sure I didn't do something to injure myself or worse. He called out and just a few hours later he was in the same predicament I was in. This continued all night and in to the afternoon on Sunday. Yeah, Easter Sunday. We felt so bad we thought we were going to have to go to the hospital because we just couldn't hold down anything! Late that night we were well enough to run to Walgreens to get some fluids and other meds.
We both slept pretty well but still had lingering migraines and threats to be thrown in reverse early Monday. Monday evening Rob and I drove the rest of that tainted trail mix back to Sam's Club to demand our money back. I was still feeling nauseous so Rob did all the talking and got our money back with no fuss. I wanted him to explain to the manager that we looked like a bad version of The Exorcist on Easter weekend, but no luck.
How was your holiday? :)
