We all have certain words that we use as ways of describing shared experiences. 
Kristin’s dad says that he knows when he’s about to throw up because his ‘throat turns square’.  Well, the only thing that happened in my throat today, right before I threw up repeatedly, was that it produced an inordinate amount of saliva (probably to help it with the pints of acid that were to follow)…and then…it happened…the disgustingness came violently shooting out of my mouth. 

I am constantly amazed at the power of the body and how, oft times, we really are just prisoners of its’ whims (I’m not talking about the sin nature, I’m referring to the physical dominance in illness, accidents, shock, etc).  Today, I was a prisoner.  I had no choice other than to hang my head over the citrus frangrance trash can and brace myself for the wretching that soon commenced.  Jennene was there and she’s a good friend.  She didn’t freak out.  Instead, she ran for my hair and pulled it out of the way.  She’s sweet and sweet. 

It might be a while before I eat at Carl’s Jr. again.