If you ever find yourself standing in the Atlanta airport, wondering should you get a nice thick slice of Sbarro pizza or a a hearty order of General Tsao's chicken with fried rice, I STRONGLY urge you to go for the pizza. Honestly, I don't know what is wrong with me. Pizza is my favorite food. Why would I not choose the pizza? I was actually in the Sbarro line when I decided, nah, let's change things up a bit. You know, since I just had (delicious) Chinese last night.
I will never stray from pizza again. I am pretty sure that I will also never eat Chinese food again. Just the though of it right now is making me reach for the barf bucket next to the bed. Yes, there is a barf bucket next to the bed. Luckily I haven't had to use it yet, since it's the same bucket we mop the floor with. But that is only because I have spent most of the past 24 hours in the bathroom. Who am I kidding anyway, I never mop the floor. Then again, I never throw up. Sure, from time to time I will pull the old trigger when it becomes apparent that it's the only way to get all of the alcohol out of my body, but I cannot remember the last time I spontaneously threw up. I think it was probably some time in middle school. I have this vivid memory of driving in the car with my mom near Dell's Village, and all of a sudden I know I'm going to barf. I threw up into some sort of vessel (possibly we had brought the barf bucket with us, since I did have a designated barf bucket when I was a kid) and then proceeded to freak out because the puke was green. I thought I was going to die.
Well, when I puked up the one slice of toast that I've eaten since I consumed that fateful General Tsao's, it was green. And I am pretty sure that I am going to die. I have been in bed all day and thankfully I have tomorrow off, because despite giving the cats a run for their money in the Most Time Spent Sleeping Today category, I still think I've got some barfing left in me.
Luckily I have my work laptop at home and apparently the illegal wireless signal is pretty strong in the bedroom, so I can still blog from my deathbed. You're welcome.
The plague does seem to be going around in several different forms, does it not? Feel better soon!
Posted by: Sarah | Sunday, December 02, 2007 at 08:07 PM
dude that sucks. Food poisoning is the worst. I don't understand why it happens so often. Is it really that hard to make a meal that WON'T make you vomit?
Posted by: Marriage-101 | Sunday, December 02, 2007 at 08:53 PM
oh god I am sorry. that sounds awful.
Posted by: janet | Sunday, December 02, 2007 at 10:32 PM
Yuck! Next time, you should totally check out the food inside the Hudson News bookstore/expanded newstand (B terminal). Salads, sandwiches, hot comfort food and a decent mini-B&N feel. I stop by there often when flying through ATL!
Posted by: AD | Sunday, December 02, 2007 at 11:34 PM
Oh no Jen! that sucks! hope that doesnt mean you'll never come back :) Note to self: skip chinese food at much visited ATL airport. FEEL BETTER!
Posted by: Kirsten | Monday, December 03, 2007 at 09:31 AM
I hope the barfing has subsided...feel better soon!
Posted by: Danielle | Monday, December 03, 2007 at 12:12 PM
Oh, sad! And thanks for the travel eating tip :)
Posted by: elise | Monday, December 03, 2007 at 01:14 PM
Oh my God... I hope you're feeling better now...
Posted by: Angela | Monday, December 03, 2007 at 05:30 PM
OH NO. Tip taken. I hope you feel better!
Posted by: Laurel | Monday, December 03, 2007 at 08:38 PM
The horror...Oh! The horror!
Posted by: Jemima | Monday, December 10, 2007 at 01:58 PM