Restless Night

I will warn you about this post. It will include a story about vomit, so if you have a weak stomach, well, skip it.

Yesterday was not the best day at work. We received a visit from our VPs and when they left this particular store, they were not very happy. We had an emergency meeting to walk this store last night and get down what we were going to accomplish the next few days. This just kills me. I can't stand the fact that we must be ready and wonderful for these guys. It should be that we are up and ready to go for our customers.

So, I get home last night completely exhausted and stressed out. Why, you ask? While walking that particular store, I get a phone call at 6:15 that my kid's dad has not picked him up from camp yet. The camp closes at 6:00 and they charge $1 for every minute you are late. Josh called and said he would get him. The cost for the tardy will now cost $25. Great. I was in a rush to get home and had a little anxiety about the whole day. It just sucked.

After I got home I remembered that I forgot the few groceries we needed. So, dinner plans are now screwed up. We order take-out from one of my favorite Asian restaurants and settle down for the evening.

Around 2 am I get up and my throat is on fire. It tastes like I swallowed battery acid. Every time I coughed, more acid would come up. I tried to swallow and swallow. I went to the kitchen to grab some milk to help coat my throat, but realized that I forgot it earlier as it was one of the items I forgot to bring home. I went to the bathroom and decided to brush my teeth. Guess the toothbrush on the tongue wasn't the best move because it triggered the gag reflex. Thank goodness I was next to the toilet. I threw up about three heaves. It was gross. My throat felt so much better though. I threw up so hard my throat was bleeding. Gross, huh.

I brushed my teeth once again. I felt my head and it was pretty warm. I went to lay down and Josh was up getting his shoes on. What in the world was he doing?

"Uh, where are you going?" I asked.

"I am running up to the QT to grab some milk and antacids for you."

"No, just lay back down. I am fine now." I said.

"I'll be right back."

He left and was back in less than ten minutes. He came into the bedroom with a glass of milk and two Rolaids. Ugh, I so dislike chalky flavored stuff. But, I wasn't going to complain. I took everything like a child who was sick with the flu. I thanked him and laid back down. Wow, that was awfully nice of him.

I am now at home and my head hurts pretty bad this morning. Not sure why. Anyway, I am suppose to be off today, but we are all suppose to be at this store to get it ready for our walk-thru. I am not going in until much later. Work really sucks sometimes.

So, I think I just had a bout of acid reflux. What do you think it could be? I didn't eat anything unusual. I thought maybe stress had part to blame. Who knows.