One of the pieces in the first half of tonight’s show featured a guest pianist. When the piece finished the pianist and the composer did a short little encore thing for four-hand piano. It was nice.
The question though is this…. Did the cat sitting in the first chair in the double bass section fall asleep? I can’t be sure, but he might have. Crazy, eh?
So is your kid singing in the Vermont Symphony Orchestra’s choir tonight, because my step daughter, Bellana, is.
Nothing special, right?
We have arrived at the hotel. Now what? Bellana’s concert doesn’t start for a few hours and both kids are super busy. We will just hang out and eat a protein bar and hope my stomach continues to play nicely. It’s been a good boy so far today.
First, oil change:
Next, new glasses:
Next (for now) lunch at a rest area:
This is a new question, more or less, but it’s going to get a familiar answer. Many, many times since I started playing this daily writing prompt game have I answered with a list of the people I admire and look to for advice… so today’s answer is familiar.
So different question, same answer. The usual, right?
Yesterday was weird from the get go, stomach wise. I felt a little off, but not too bad.
Then I had lunch. I was off enough that I should have avoided lunch, or at least the normal lunch that I ended up having. I took my last bite, according to my food tracking spreadsheet, at 1:54pm. 10 minutes later it started. The “off” stomach turned into real stomach pain. I tried to ride it out, but by a little before 4:00pm I had left work sick.
The drive home was a nightmare. The stomach pain kept getting worse. I had to pull over once for a surprise foamies, then again for a foamie false alarm, then again to actually puke into a cup. It was a little paper coffee cup and my aim was spot on. I was impressed with myself.
When I finally got home I ran to the bathroom, puked again, cleaned up the mess, and went to bed. I’d sleep for 20-30 minutes then have to move to a new position. Always on my side curled up in a ball. If I straightened out the stomach pain was too much.
Fast forward to this morning. So far I’ve had a few ounces of water, the first anything I’ve had since 1:54 yesterday. It is 9:21am now and I am feeling okay. A little like a wrung out dishrag, but okay. I have a ton of errands to run this morning and I’ve already given way too much information so I am going to wrap this post up now. I might have more thoughts on this mess later. We’ll see.
The moral of the story is this: When I see my doctor in two weeks for my two year check in she is going to ask me if I have had any Dumping Syndrome. This time I think I have to answer yes. Shit.
Oh yeah, and today is the actual two year surgery anniversary so I am glad I got that crap out of the way yesterday so I can celebrate today. Yippee, babie! Happy Surgery-aversary to me!
A road trip haiku for you? Sounds good to me on this happy Friday.
Let’s go for a drive.
Is that Vermont calling me?
Why yes, yes it is.
