Just Say No

...to leftovers. Well, normally my mantra is exactly OPPOSITE of that! I think the main reason I LOVE leftovers is because I know when they are there, I don't have to think about dinner...yay! However, I must say I will give new credence to those little voices in the back of your head that say, "maybe that has been in there a little too long, Charla."

Every Thanksgiving, my mom makes sweet potato casserole and it is divine! NO marshmallows...add brown sugar, lots of butter, coconut, a little rum, and a bunch of other yummy things and my, my, my...heaven in a Pyrex! So, because we weren't going to be with my parents for Thanksgiving this year, I decided I would make it myself. It was sensational! But, because we had a small Thanksgiving with Rich's family, I had a lot leftover. I have been snacking on it for the last week (no complaints from me, though). So, Friday night was no exception. I had accidentally left the dish out, but it was covered and I thought nothing of it. So, I heated me a scoop and dug in! YUMMY!

5:00 a.m. Saturday...not so yummy. I wake up nauseous and it all goes downhill from there. I will spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say I have been miserable since then. Just when I think I'm okay, here it comes again! Ugh. I NEVER get sick...meaning throwing up sick. I mean, even those times when I feel SO bad I wish I could and I try to make myself, I just can't do it. I think I had forgotten what a MISERABLE feeling that is! Saturday night we were supposed to head to Altus with a group of friends for a birthday party/dinner/bowling...right up our alley! We love bowling. Negative. Not happening.

I have to throw this in...Richard told me (after I got sick), he walked by the casserole and grabbed a pecan off the top and when he tasted it he noticed it had a different flavor. Thanks for the warning, hon!

What's worse...I was supposed to play handbells in church this morning and I was really looking forward to it. I felt so bad about letting everyone down and putting people in a rough spot. So, last night Rich called our music minister and warned him I might not be there. After I woke up this morning (at 5:00 again), there was no way I was going anywhere!!! He called about 9:45 and assured me all was fine and I could be there the next two Sundays to play. That made me feel better, but I still felt guilty.

Richard, always the trooper, has taken fabulous care of me and I'm feeling better; if he wasn't such a good engineer, I would say his calling is nursing...seriously. Although I feel better, I can't stand the thought of eating anything. It's like I'm hungry, but when I think about something to eat, I get nauseous all over again. The only thing that sounds even slightly appealing is Jell-O or pudding. I might have to try one or both later.

I'm trying to find the happy spots in all of this and one of them is I have been able to snuggle with the pups all weekend. I had all this "stuff" planned, but when you're sick, you're sick. So, the snuggling with Maggie and Marlee has definitely been a perk. I've also spent some time on my laptop (yay for wireless Internet), searching for Christmas presents.

OH, and I'm clearing up lots of space on the DVR!