Remember how I said I had a bout of inspiration at the job fair?
Well, I also had a bout of stupidity.
Thursday night Ryan and I had gone to Subway to take advantage of FebruARY at Subway. I got a foot-long tuna sandwich. Thursday night, I only ate half of it and kept the rest of it for lunch on Friday. Brilliant, right? Saving myself from spending more money on buying lunch.
Only problem was that I kind of forgot about the whole fact that my 6-inch tuna sub was going to be sitting in the sun for three hours while I was in the career fair.
And yet... I still ate it. And despite having a case of mild heartburn earlier in the day, I was feeling bold enough to eat hot wings for dinner Friday night.
Enter: bout of stupidity.
And one full night of miserable food poisoning hell.
After a weekend where I sounded more like a dinosaur in pain than a human being, it's hard to find something to be happy about.
But, I have to say this weekend made me truly thankful to have Ryan in my life. He put up with my crying, moaning, more crying, and the velociraptor mating sounds that came out of my mouth during each session in the bathroom. He even walked out on a Team America movie session to take me home -- which proves his love right there. He fed me, tucked me in, wiped away my tears, rubbed my back, pulled over on the side of the road, fixed my shoes, brought me medicine, and made me feel beautiful even when I looked and felt like a hot mess.
For that, I am truly thankful -- for nobody makes me happier.
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