11-20-09 Friday (Toilet Confessions)

OK, so I have a confession.  Since we’ve moved from Indian Creek RV Resort, we’ve stopped working out.  We held off on signing up with Planet Fitness for a couple of reasons.  One being we thought we had some good job leads and that we’d be outta here already.  Here being the RV park, the city of Fort Myers or the state of Florida, whichever.  The second reason, the expense.  Jim found an online deal for $25 signup, $20 a month for he and a guest (me), and a cancel fee of like $50.  Much better than the no commitment deal we checked into the other day.  The online deal seems worth it.  Isn’t good health always worth it?  The funny thing about all of this is he was able to do this online.  Almost lazily we signed up.  Ironic really.

I asked Jim what he wanted for lunch today.  His reply?  “Something lo-cal, delicious, and free.”  We didn’t get all of those but we did have a nice lunch at Sweet Tomatoes.

All day I’ve been hit with waves of nausea here and there.  I’ll be fine, then not, then fine again. 

Jim and I enjoy Yoplait Delights.  They’re a 100 calories, and very yummy.  There’s several flavors, our favorite is Chocolate Raspberry.

I had a bunch of print at home $1 off coupons that expire today so we took a trip to Walmart to stock up on a bunch of them.

We stopped into the gym, and got a tour of the facilities.  Later when we got home, Jim asked if I wanted to go work out.  Having waves of nausea steered me toward no.

Later on, I took a late afternoon nap hoping to feel better.  It was hard to sleep, and an hour later I didn’t feel any better so I laid on the couch and watched TV.  Jim started dinner.  I wasn’t hungry.

It was strange.  I felt like I had to throw up.  Yes, here it goes.  Jim followed me around asking what was wrong, what I needed.  I started moaning.  I took my clothes off and laid on the bed thinking I’d just go to bed.  How could I?  I feel like I’m going to be ill.  I put lounge wear on.  The hot pink number with the feath – never mind.  I paced around the RV – which doesn’t take long.  I ran to the toilet.  Nothing.  I moaned some more.  Funny part… if there is one… I started to cry.  Tears.  Jim asked, “What’s wrong?”  I answered with a mumbled “I don’t know” and then threw up.  Jim held my hair stood by to offer tissues and water.  He stood as far away as possible – it was cute.  I’m amazed that I could feel icky all day and not throw up until the evening.  Wasn’t I just sick Sunday?  Ugh.

I stayed up longer watching TV, and a little after 10pm, a way of exhaustion took control.  Off to bed I went.