Can You Hear Me Now?

I’ve got a ghost or spirit (or angel?) or something.

Last night I went to the closet up my hall to grab a big green garbage bag to gather up any garbage I had laying about. Please note here that while I was up this hallway, there was nothing on the floor.

My first stop was the living room, where I had a styrofoam container that had previously held my lunch, a Gyro pita w/fries from Opa! (evidence of my healthy eating patterns of late). Beside it was two unused ketchup packets. I put it all in the bag, then proceeded to the kitchen where I emptied my kitchen garbage container into this big bag. Then I set the bag down.

Please note that walking from my living room to my kitchen in no way takes you up the hallway in my apartment.

I walked back to the living room and glanced up the hall towards the bathroom. I noticed something white on the floor way up the hall. I walked over to pick it up.

It was one of the ketchup packets.

After my initial “what the….?!” shock, I thought, well, isn’t that sweet. God knows I’ve been having a rough time lately and sent someone down to look after me.

I sat down and nibbled on nacho chips left over from my New Year’s Eve Binge and watched TV.

I then proceeded to spend the evening with the most intense gas pains ever, the effects of my overindulgence and crappy eating the past few weeks catching up with me. I threw up at least five times until I was throwing up air. I drank water and baking soda in attempts to make myself belch away the pain. I lay in bed or in front of the toilet or wherever, moaning in pain. I finally fell into bed at 9:00 p.m., still in pain but too exhausted to fight it. I just breathed and let it calm down.

At 12:30 a.m. I finally got up to take something to help me sleep. Something I had managed to avoid doing for the past three nights (yay me!) but I wasn’t sleeping and I really just wanted to sleep away the pain and wake up feeling better. I saw on the kitchen counter the last bit of chocolate left in my house… I looked at it in disgust and slammed that baby into the garbage like I meant it.

I slept on and off until 1:30 in the afternoon. I still feel sick to my stomach and like I could throw up any minute. The last thing I want to do is eat, and the mere thought of grease, sugar or fat makes me ill.

Damn, that ghost is good.

p.s. I was just relaying this story to a friend.. and she pointed out “notice what he chose to get your attention - the ketchup packet. Ketchup is acidic! And it goes along with things like burgers and fries and other junk… it was like he was saying, ‘look at what you are doing to yourself, stop it…’ and then he made you!” OoooOOOOoooOooo!