Alright. I know everyone has been so worried and concerned about my well being. But, I'm ok. Don't worry. I'll be alright. The doctors said I should be back to 'normal' in...well...in a few years. If I'm lucky. Whew.
The funniest thing about this whole puking bug was my daughter freaking out when she she heard me in the bathroom in that initial barf that set it all off. As I was sitting there, I knew it was coming, and I grabbed the garbage can, and the real show began. Then I heard somebody's feet hitting the ground, the beads hanging from Mik's bedroom doorway clanging against the door, then footsteps pattering across the hallway floor rather quickly. I later found out that Mik had ran into our bedroom and woke mom to tell her that "Jeremy is in the bathroom puking his guts out". Mom said "oh no, is he sick too?"(At this time, Sue didn't know I was that sick...I had told her I wasn't feeling that good earlier in the night). Then, they both realized I wasn't in the bed, and mom said, "no, it's your father!". Mik said "no way! That's dad? Oh-My-Gosh!" Since I hadn't puked in 11 years, she had never heard that kind of noise from me. Shocking!
Now, you have to imagine a 230lb dude in a bathroom with no sound barriers, and the only thing you hear breaking the silence of a peaceful night, is this extremely loud act of forcefully throwing chow, echoing through the house. It would wake up anybody. Then, when she realized it was me, she couldn't believe it. And then to hear them both do the re-inactment...well, it's just funny.
Anyway, all better now. Back to life.
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