This weekend I was craving breakfast from McDonalds. My husband had plans to help a friend move and I wanted to go and get us some breakfast before we delved into our day. I looked at the time and it was 10:25 a.m. Eeek! I was cutting it real close since the usual cut-off time for breakfast is 10:30 a.m. {sometimes you can still get stuff around 10:45 a.m. but it's chancy}. I leaped out of bed, threw on some clothes, slid my feet into some flip flops and headed down the stairs and out the door like a mad woman. Who knew that a sausage and egg biscuit was that serious? My husband is always the one to make food runs these days so I really wanted to be the one to go and get breakfast for us that day.
When I hit the bottom of the stairs to open the door to the garage I realized I had to go to the bathroom. Nooo!! The clock was ticking and there was no time for a tinkle. I had to make it to McDonalds before they flipped the menu to lunch; I simply couldn't risk my breakfast order being denied. I got in my car and was on my way.
And then it starts to rain.
And then I get stuck behind a lady in a car who is in a right turning lane but decides that she wants to go straight, thereby preventing me from making my right turn and proceeding just one block to get into the McDonalds drive-thru. To make it worse, every light but ours was turning green. Yes, I was becoming impatient. And yes I said to myself, "oh my gosh; this lady is unbelievable" - even though she couldn't hear me.
What seemed like an eternity later, although it was just two minutes, I made my right-hand turn and...started to feel like I was going to vomit. This was happening now??!!?? I got in the McDonalds line and as I waited my turn, the vomiting sensation hit me like a ton of bricks. I reached into my purse for a zofran pill. I didn't have any on me {insert a big inhale and exhale}. I had forgotten to put some more in my purse after I used the last one while at my mom's house a few days prior.
The husband soon got a text message from me that read:
Good news: Got our breakfast
Bad news: I'm throwing up
I just wanted to get home. We only live about two miles from the McDonald's so I kept telling myself "keep it together; you can make it home". But nope. That didn't happen. While at a red light {that had just turned green} I opened the door, with my head out in the rain, and began to profusely vomit. How embarrassing! With cars behind me, I had to go through the left arrow light. I just couldn't sit there.
I was still terribly sick and knew I wasn't done vomiting. I happened to have a black tank top in my car and used it to...well...you know...finish. A family that was driving next to me kept starring at me; I suppose I was really a sight to see. I wanted to roll down my window and say, "I'm not some hung over chick; I'm pregnant and am having "one of those" mornings". I'm sure I was the topic of conversation in their car for at least the next few miles. Ha!
Who would have thought that a drive to McDonald's would turn into such an ordeal? Gotta say though...the sausage and egg biscuit was worth it!
When I hit the bottom of the stairs to open the door to the garage I realized I had to go to the bathroom. Nooo!! The clock was ticking and there was no time for a tinkle. I had to make it to McDonalds before they flipped the menu to lunch; I simply couldn't risk my breakfast order being denied. I got in my car and was on my way.
And then it starts to rain.
And then I get stuck behind a lady in a car who is in a right turning lane but decides that she wants to go straight, thereby preventing me from making my right turn and proceeding just one block to get into the McDonalds drive-thru. To make it worse, every light but ours was turning green. Yes, I was becoming impatient. And yes I said to myself, "oh my gosh; this lady is unbelievable" - even though she couldn't hear me.
What seemed like an eternity later, although it was just two minutes, I made my right-hand turn and...started to feel like I was going to vomit. This was happening now??!!?? I got in the McDonalds line and as I waited my turn, the vomiting sensation hit me like a ton of bricks. I reached into my purse for a zofran pill. I didn't have any on me {insert a big inhale and exhale}. I had forgotten to put some more in my purse after I used the last one while at my mom's house a few days prior.
The husband soon got a text message from me that read:
Good news: Got our breakfast
Bad news: I'm throwing up
I just wanted to get home. We only live about two miles from the McDonald's so I kept telling myself "keep it together; you can make it home". But nope. That didn't happen. While at a red light {that had just turned green} I opened the door, with my head out in the rain, and began to profusely vomit. How embarrassing! With cars behind me, I had to go through the left arrow light. I just couldn't sit there.
I was still terribly sick and knew I wasn't done vomiting. I happened to have a black tank top in my car and used it to...well...you know...finish. A family that was driving next to me kept starring at me; I suppose I was really a sight to see. I wanted to roll down my window and say, "I'm not some hung over chick; I'm pregnant and am having "one of those" mornings". I'm sure I was the topic of conversation in their car for at least the next few miles. Ha!
Who would have thought that a drive to McDonald's would turn into such an ordeal? Gotta say though...the sausage and egg biscuit was worth it!
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