well, who would have thought the liver would come back and bite me for my unflattering remarks…i went to bed feeling fine…i woke up at 3am with a distinctly queasy, crampy rumbling tummy…i moved to the spare room to avoid waking mr (needs every minute of sleep) a with my tossing, turning and groaning…after 15 minutes i got up to see if that would shift the pain…ha! it shifted all right ….into a long episode of heaving!!
hoping that the “better out than in” theory would take over, i tried to get some sleep and salvage my loooong day in london….didn’t happen. i had that awful acidy taste in my mouth and nose, my stomach was still churning despite being empty and before very long mr a was up. i got up to see if i could, in fact, start out on my epic 14 hour day which included no less than 7 hours on public transportation.
i got dressed, had some toast and weak coffee, got all my things together…… and collapsed in a heap. got back into my pajamas and crawled back to bed, barely able to keep the toast down.
the question is why did i become so violently ill…when mr dodgy stomach, who ate at least twice as much as me hasn’t had so much as a burp???
ahhhh….back to the fleming rule~~ briefly~~when i was growing up on a very pretty little street, in the 60-70’s, in the suburbs… there were several families who had 3 or 4 kids around my age. one of them was the flemings, by my families standards their dinner time was strict!! they all ate together at the dining room table, they had to eat everything on their plate and they had to ask to be excused at the end of the meal!!! can you imagine that in 2009???
the only exception to the rule about eating everything on their plate was if someone threw up…i remember creamed corn falling into that category…
and now, for me, it’s liver…don’t like it and don’t plan on ever trying it again.