Last Saturday was horrible.
I went to work at 9 a.m., I was feeling great.
I was ready for a long day of making some hopeful money.
I started a weave (highlights for those of you who don't know) on a darling lady.
Our conversation was great, her hair was easy to weave but then towards the end..."IT" hit me.
I was starting to feel nauseous,
sweat was dripping down my face,
my head was pounding
and I was swaying just a little.
I took a step back away from my chair.
I excused myself.
Turned to go to the bathroom.
Barely took a step.
Vomit comes from my mouth.
The whole salon witnesses the putridness of it all.
I walk to the back.
Sit on the floor.
Trash can in my lap.
Vomit.
Vomit.
Vomit.
Somewhere in all this, someone else cleans up my vomit by my client.
Vomit.
Dizzy.
Room is spinning.
Noises getting louder and louder.
I cannot open my eyes, it hurts too bad.
A coworker takes over my weave.
Call G'pa to come get me.
Leave with G'pa.
Pulled over at the busiest intersection in all of Bountiful.
Vomit.
Vomit.
Vomit while holding the bus stop sign.
Vomit.
Hundreds of people witness my vomit.
Go home.
Undress.
Get a bowl.
Try to sleep.
Sit up to vomit.
Vomit.
Vomit.
Vomit and can't hold my bladder.
Change my sheets.
Sleep for 4 hours.
Wake up and feel great!

Had to share it with you...it must run in the family. Check out my Mom's story on Colons!