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I am a 39 yr. old stay at home mom to 3 girls ages 10, 9 and 7. My goal is to be fit by 40! I want to lead a healthier lifestyle. I was banded on 4/5/2011. I tend to be a bit on the sarcastic and cynical side. I love to read, hate to excersise (but am learning to tolerate it!), love to shop and want to smack anyone who is a size 2 (not really!). I am learning to work with my band and my new self one day at a time!

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Saturday, June 25, 2011

Rice, Rice Baby

Do you ever get cocky with your band?  Last night, I thought that I was in control.... not the band.  And then it happened......a 45 minute excruciatingly painful stuck attack.

Many nights I eat egg drop soup for dinner.  It has become somewhat of a staple around our house.  So, last night when placing a take-out order my hubby talked me into some fried rice.  I knew it may not be a good idea but......I ate it anyway.  Here is how it all went down (cue CSI music).....

After the third bite I knew it wasn't going down.  I set the fork aside and started walking around.  Then came the sweats, not being able to breathe and the shooting pain in my chest.  A familiar feeling came over me....the thick saliva, the funny feeling in my jaw.  I ran to the bathroom just in time to...................

Slime, slime and more slime...for about 15 minutes. 

My husband kept walking in and out of the bathroom.  He was apologizing and rubbing my back.  To put it mildly, I was not in a very nice mood.  My head spun around like Linda Blair and I screamed, "GET OUT!!!  LEAVE ME ALONE!"  He quickly backed out of the room.

Then came the first round of throwing up.  But, it dislodged nothing.

I walked to the kitchen to make myself a hot beverage.  I didn't make it far though and ended up throwing up in the kitchen sink.  Still......STUCK!!!  Now I was getting pissed off.

After listening to the vomiting, my kids quickly barricaded themselves into their rooms as I ran down the hall to the bathroom again.

Slime, slime......vomit!!!

Nothing...still stuck.  DAMN IT!!!  This rice was going nowhere.

My husband wandered back into the bathroom.  This time he was humming the tune "Ice, Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice.  But then he started to sing......

"Rice, rice baby....to stuck, to stuck...Gotta hate that rice, rice baby..." 

I looked at him through watery mascara encrusted eyes, stuck my finger down my throat and.............

Vomited one last time.

"That's what I think of your stupid song", I said.

"Whatever works", he replied.

And damn it, he was right.  The rice dislodged leaving me free at last.

Needless to say, I think next time we order we will skip the rice!

2 comments:

  1. Oh my... that was me today, except eggs for breakfast would not go anywhere, threw up once, thought I was ok, just sore from the heaving, then tried pudding 3 hours later and it stuck...how does pudding get stuck I have no idea. I was walking, jumping, laying upside down, and it finally came to me drinking tea quickly to force it back up. That was 45 mins of pain- I was banded on 2/8/11 and each day can be completely diff, let me take that back, each hour can be completely different. I guess we just have to roll with it!! :) Good Luck!

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  2. Your husband sounds hilarious...rice rice baby bahahaha...lol sucky about the 45min stuck episode tho yikes!

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