Call PoPo! Mickey D tried to kill a bitch!

So I had a stay home day yesterday. Not because I took it off but because I was recovering my own stupidity. I got home late Monday night, like I didn't get home till after 7 from work. I know you might think that isn't late but for a work week? A MONDAY? You just don't want to do anything but go home change, grab something to eat and veg out.

I was so dazed I didn't even want to make anything to eat but my sister Sugarbutt was nice enough to go to Mickey D's for NewYorkPrincess so she asks me if I wanted something. I say sure a cheeseburger!

 

DUN DUN DUN

 

Normally I eat everything with a knife and fork to make sure it is small bites. This time I was just tearing pieces and watching The Hillz on tv (yes I watch it! say somethin)  I have only taken a few bites of  my meal when disaster strikes. Something gets stuck and I can feel it where my band is and I can feel a pain.  I put everything down and pay attention to my body and it is starting to panick. I haven't felt this before and the pain startes to spread up and down my chest. I start to walk around thinking I just need to allow it to pass but it only gets worse. When I make it to the bathroom I know i Have to make myself puke but I don't know how now. I never did puke well but since the operation I am terrified something will go wrong.  After I start to cough my body just takes over. I hurl and I can't stop even though I am trying to force myself to stop because I can't breath, I feel my face start to tingle and my  hands. See if you panic it makes it worse and even though I didn't eat much my body was trying to remove whatever was tuck. I found out this is called "dumping" (nice) so finally I get it all out and wash my face with cold water. Rinsing out my mouth I spit and I see blood. Grrrrrrrreat....but it was just a little. I blew all the blood vessles in my face and alittle in my right eye (THATS how hard I hurled)

I stayed home yesterday from work to call the nurse and she lectured me that thats what happens when we eat the wrong thing and don't pay attention to what we are doing. She asked me what I learned to which I said "Ronald McDonald is a bitch!"  She tried not to laugh because she was being professional but no one can resist me. That's why I drive my medical physisians crazy, they can't resist my charming personality enough to y ell at me.

They didn't need to this time though cause I am NOT going through that again. I have been on soft food and liquids and stop eating after a few bites out of fear. Im drinking like a son of a bitch though.

How funny I have already lost 2 pounds in two days and I was complaining before. Well I wont do THAT again either!