Nausea

I don't think there is anything quite as pleasant in this world as having constant nausea. Isn't it the most wonderful thing? The next time a question comes up in Would You Rather that has anything to do with nausea I will be going with the other choice. We're going on 3 solid days. I don't mean to sound like a wussy or anything, would just like to get beyond it and the sheer exhaustion that I have been having. Jack and I both got sick on Saturday night and he is back in the swing of things while I am lingering in the hell of nauseating exhaustion. The Chinese have a lot of hells.

Because my appetite has been null and void I have had to force myself to eat a few things. I hate that feeling. I was so excited to make my sugar free nutella on Sunday but then when Sunday arrived I wanted nothing to do with it and still feel that way. How sad. I did manage to have some soup tonight. Santa Fe Style Chicken was the closest thing I had to chicken noodle and that is what I rolled with. I may regret that later but it was good. I was relieved at that. I have had a few glasses of Gatorade tonight as well. I don't drink Gatorade because of the sugar but I need some of it's goodness right now so it is my medicine. Besides, I have a giant jug of it in the fridge and the boys are done with it. Natty is still holding on strong and I do hope this round of illness passes her by.

Anyhow, I was in somewhat of a miserable state as I was cleaning the kitchen tonight really not wanting to do it but the sight of a dirty kitchen makes me nauseous so I figured it best to try and remain on top of it. That is when I figured nausea would be the topic for tonight's post. It is such a moving topic.

As I pondered on the subject I was reminded of being home from my mission for about a year and dating a girl in the University Ward in Las Vegas. Her name was Carrie and she was from a small town in the middle of Nevada. We had a lot of fun together, went to the dances regularly, played extreme ping pong, served in the LDSSA together. It was good. Then came the fateful day when she told me that she felt nauseous whenever she was around me. I didn't really know how to take that. I figured it meant she didn't really like me and so when the next dance came up I didn't call her and ask her to go. I asked her later why she didn't go and she said it was because I didn't ask her. Here in is my trouble with women. When a woman tells me that I make her nauseous that automatically translates to stay the heck away from me. Maybe I should have asked for more clarification on the matter because I am thinking now that there were probably multiple interpretations of her comment and I may have simply bailed because I picked the wrong one. I have to say it was a little weird that she wanted me to meet her parents after our nauseating conversation. Oh to be young again.

Well, here's to tomorrow and the hope I have for a much calmer feeling in my stomach. And remember when someone asks you if you would rather spend a year with a constant feeling of nausea or spend a week eating nothing but apple, celery and mayonnaise salad - take the salad and be done with it and you all know how much I love celery - sorry, too much, I just vomited.