I will never eat Pappa John's pizza again- and that saddens me. See, it all started out innocently enough last night: a little girls' night eating & watching a chick flick together. It kicked into high gear this morning around 3 a.m. when I shot out of bed & began throwing up in the bathroom. We think either food poisoning or stomach bug but given the deep, earth-shaking retching that I was doing (my abs are still sore), I think it may be food poisoning.
Just walked downstairs for the first time today (4:36 p.m.) and am feeling a bit better. Dr. Jennings and Nurse powers were good to me- Nurse Powers even stayed in bed/bathroom with me the entire day, which is a little unorthodox for health care professionals but I liked it.
But why did it have to be Pappa Johns? Even as I type the word *pizza* the words " disgusting, nuh, vomit, blech" come to mind. So long, pizza.