"Plop-Plop, Fizz-Fizz"

Originally Posted Saturday, October 26, 2013

I should have stayed home yesterday and gotten well.  You almost lost me for good.  almost pulled a Jimmy Hendrix last night.  I woke up shortly after going to bed choking after vomiting into my mouth.  I guess I was lying on my back.  I had taken some suspicious Alka Seltzer cold tablets before going to bed.  I hadn't any idea how old they were, but it didn't look like the kind of packaging they make any more.  Fortunately I was able to clear my throat and begin breathing again.  I went to the bathroom and vomited up the rest of it in big, horrible heaves.  As I leaned against the back of the toilet, I thought about the Alka Seltzer song from childhood--"Plop, plop, fizz, fizz,/ Oh what a relief it is."  Something like that.  I thought of Don Draper and "Mad Men."  I thought I wouldn't take any more of those. 

Unbelievably the third night of tomato soup and grilled cheese stayed with me.  And I just remembered. . . I had 'Nilla Wafers and milk, too, but only the cherry pink liquid was regurgitated.  Imagine that. 

I went to bed at eight-thirty and slept nine and a half hours, but I am still heavy and sore in my body.  I am supposed to go to a fundraiser tonight, but I think I might have to cancel. There is only so much you can suffer.

Being sick, of course, is the best way to get invitations out.  It is the most beautiful weekend of the year so far, and everyone wanted to meet out for a drink.  It hurts just to sit on the couch, I told them.  I am in the grips of some evil demon. 

I remember watching something on t.v. last night, but I seriously can't remember what it was.  Let this be a cautionary tale.  Do not try to be a hero.  When you are taking a beating, stay down.  Showing off is the worst thing you can do.  A bottle of rum is not the cure for anything.