Someone once told me that I shouldn't feel upset about leaving a place that I loved... that I should look at moving to a new place as an "adventure". Having moved around the world (literally) and knowing that when I move it's always a *new start*, I don't really look forward to moving. Just the logistics are a pain-in-the-ass... not to mention a lack of friends and having absolutely no support system.
Let me tell you about my little "adventure" that started yesterday morning. I took the hubs to the airport because he's going to be gone for a good part of this month (August). On my way home, I decided to stop at the brand new Subway and pick up a turkey sub (added bacon, no lettuce, no mayo, just a lot of veg and light on the oil and vinegar). I took the foot-long home and ate half, wrapping the other half up for later that evening.
About two hours later (around 3:00 PM or so), my stomach starts to feel crampy. I bolt for the bathroom and blow chunks - all of the sandwich that I just ate. ZOMG. It's wretched. And I keep vomiting. I throw up until there's nothing left but bile. And I keep throwing up. I can't drive to the ER because I'm running a fever and can't stop dry-heaving and shaking. My husband is not here and I realize that I don't know a fucking soul except for my real estate agent. She's got three kids - I can't call her to drive me to the ER. There's no cabs that run this late. If I want to go to the ER, well... I'm going to have to call an ambulance.
So... I call the RN-Emergency nurse that comes with my health care provider. She and I go through everything (with my dry-heaving every two minutes or so - really pleasant conversation!!) that I ate and what kind of food poisoning that I might have... and she introduced me to staphylococcus aureus. Meat that is not left cold enough, or cross-contaminated with eggs or bad mayo. Vomiting and symptoms last for 24 - 72 hours. Yeah, it's a winner. Luckily, after throwing up for well over 20 hours, I'm able to keep water and popsicles down - without throwing up (right now). And I'm not done with it yet - I may have to still go to the hospital. Luckily, my realtor is willing to take me late this afternoon if I keep barfing.
I want to say "thank you" to my friends who kept checking on me (the husband is working in a white noise environment and has had his cell phone locked up, so no calling him) and making sure that I was okay, even if they were hundreds of miles away. Thanks to the nurse that I spoke with and the kind people at the Health Department. Luckily, I'm in good health so I probably won't have to deal with this much longer - and fingers crossed that I won't have to go to the ER.
I also want to say a bright and lively "FUCK YOU" to the asshole* who wouldn't listen to me when I was trying to explain about having a SUPPORT SYSTEM after I moved. That this is not so much an "adventure" as a lifestyle change and that I would be on my own (literally and figuratively). If I had ended up with a different form of food poisoning, it could've been much, much worse. And what makes me want to throw up (just on principle) is that there is not one person that I could've called to take care of my dog. Take your "adventure" and shove it straight up your smug ass - because if you think this shit is fun, you're fucking delusional.
*Why don't I have any friends?? Why can't I keep them??
How about shit like this??? And, no, I'm not going to apologize.
You know who you are.
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