I have a fairly stressful week of work coming up, and I’ve been very phlegmatic about it. People tell me how they feel about the Impending Week of Stress, then they ask me how I feel about it, and that’s happened often enough that I now give a stock answer. I say I won’t know how I feel until it all goes down.
My body heard me say that yesterday and started barfing soon after. It barfed all the way through an important and stressful work meeting related to Stress Week.
When I finally stopped hurling after half an hour, I came out to Gary waiting there. I expected to hear him say his usual analysis of “You ate this” or “I told you not to do X.”
I sighed, “I didn’t do anything wrong. It just came over me.”
“I CAN TELL YOU WHAT’S WRONG: YOU’RE STRESSED. YOU ALWAYS PUKE EVERY TIME YOU GET STRESSED.”
I thought back to when we were separated decades ago, and I thought I was on the path to happiness, and then I barfed so regularly every morning that I thought I was pregnant.
“You know, I bet you’re right. Thanks, hon. That was really perceptive.”
Since then I have not been sick once, and when asked how I felt about the stress today I moaned, “It’s awful, I just want it to be over.”
2 responses to “Medical Roundup Part 1: Emesis”
Bless your heart! I hope it goes smoothly, or if it doesn’t you’re able to push through with minimal stress. I feel this in my bones. 2025: not a fan so far. Good luck, lady!
Lisa – It’s one of those thjngs where even it goes well for me, it won’t go well for people I know. It’s just a shame.