It's Friday morning and I'm at home. I wish it was a regular long weekend, but no, I'm just sick.
Remember the Seinfeld episode where he goes on about his streak of not vomiting for 13 years? Mine was 6 years, 1 month and 21 days or 2246 days (you've got to love the internet, that someone has put together a list like this!). I remember it well. It was Christmas of 99, Sue and I had taken the train to Montreal from Toronto and for lunch I bought a ham and Swiss sandwich. Later that night, for my birthday, we went out and had a huge meal at Le Vieux Port and the then went home for cake. Stef had made a wonderful chocolate cake covered with crushed candy canes. But it was about then that the ham and Swiss came back to get me. I spent that night sleeping on the bathroom floor and the next two days laying on a couch with a bucket.
Yesterday my streak was broken. I will spare you the details, but I did lose almost 5 pounds yesterday alone. That can't be good. It took me ten minutes to get downstairs last night and then twenty more to summon the strength to go back up. I couldn't believe how thirsty I was, but drinking was pointless. A small consolation was that in between naps, I was able to see Canada win four medals. Today I've made it downstairs again and ate a little too.
Do you have a streak going?