vomit. As the phlebotomist was about to stick the needle in my arm, I looked up and said those exact words. He gently lead me down the hall showed me to the bathroom that I barely made and there was lunch! Not on a plate but in the toilet. Homemade shrimp lo-mien that I probably shouldn't have eaten because it didn't taste right going down. Of course embarrassed and very apologetic, I still had to give blood. Which I did gracefully and left apologizing until I closed the door behind me.
Unfortunately that was just the beginning of a very rough day. I couldn't hold anything down, including water, and then the dry heaves. No fun...but as I go to bed I know the worst is behind me.
No pictures for this one....you're welcome. I probably could have left this post out as well....but you know me!! ;-)
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