goat cheese quesadilla, revisited.

sometime i would like to take a day off of work... a day to sleep, read, relax, recover...
yesterday was not that day.

yesterday was nearly that day. it would have been perfect if not for all the vomiting that had to come first.

so... i have a weak stomach. plus i really like spicy mexican pickled acidic oily food, and i like to eat it fast. and often. i take one of those super-antacids, the ones that advertise on cable that you should talk to your doctor about getting your life back. so, i reclaimed my life about a year ago and mostly all i've gotten for that is an extra 10 pounds since now there's no stomachache keeping me from eating when i'm hungry. mixed blessing. thanks to my health plan i pay $5 a month for this privilege (as opposed to the $90 the drug company asks for) and i'm generally okay with that -- at $3/day i might feel differently.

i puke a lot. more, i think, than your average, otherwise-healthy 25 year old. i'm not bulemic... and i'm way to repulsed by the idea of myself vomiting to ever try, no matter how the spare tire's lookin'. i also have some other little pills that stop my stomach from seizing when i need that. i tried one of those but i'm pretty sure it came back up before dissolving.

so anyway, that goat cheese quesadilla might not have been a good idea. in fact, it is now safe to say that it definitely wasn't a good idea. wednesday morning, 3 am... surely not a good idea.

things i learned on my off-day...
1. riptide rush is not an acceptable food substitute.
2. friends you believed were gone will reappear when you least expect them... and when you most need them.
3. even a ticket to g love at roseland can't drag me into ny after a night of puking.
4. eggs and bacon from the americana diner are still the ultimate healthfood.

so marc, if you're reading this, i'm sorry i always puke when we're supposed to see shows together. i hope you had fun anyway.

and to everyone else who has ever rubbed my back while i hurled, thanks. i owe you brunch.