OK, now I’m really beginning to wonder if something’s gone cosmically awry. It’s been quite a week, but I’m getting over my disappointment over the less-than-spectacular show results and moving on (thanks to everyone for your encouraging and lovely comments!). But there was to be more trouble a’brewin…
Today, I had lunch at an Italian place with my co-worker, and thought the food tasted….tingly. I had a chicken picatta sort of thing and something was off, but I was having a lot of fun chatting and didn’t really pay attention.
The background to this story is that I am rather thin, scrawny even. It’s just my natural shape. I’m also the only non-Japanese woman in the office.
So, 20 minutes after we got back to the office after lunch, I felt like I was going to die. I mean DIE. The last time I felt like this, I was in Mumbai, India, and I had dysentery. It was like 5 seconds countdown to upchuck.
As luck wouldn’t have it, the rest room was full of ladies when I ran into the stall, and did some monstrous power vomiting. If there was a gold medal for force of hurl, I would have won. It was epic. As if it wasn’t bad enough, the ladies outside starting laughing at me! Apparently they had thought all along that I had an eating disorder, and it was hilarious. I wanted to crawl out and throw up on them, but I got so dizzy I passed out and fell over inside the stall. First time ever. Lucky for them, because I still had a lot of bodily fluid ammo left. I stayed in the toilet for 2.5 hours and finally shuffled home when I could.
What a bunch of nasty witches, laughing at my purported eating disorder. I guess it was hard for them to believe that an American could be thinner than they were! But who honestly laughs at someone who’s in such bad shape? It’s just really cruel. And I’d never had any trouble with these people before- I was stunned to hear them mock me.
On a happier note, tomorrow is my guy’s birthday, and Halloween to boot. I think I’ll be recovered by then because I’m feeling better by the hour, except for the headache from where I hit my head on the TP dispenser (?) and the floor after keeling over.
I might stay inside because I’m afraid a giant cartoon anvil is gonna fall on my head.