shopping can be deadly

Last weekend i went southward for what was to be the 2nd SuperFunSanDiegoWeekend in a row. i thought the first one would be hard to beat, what with the fabric store adventures, bizarro bridal showers, and playing the Movie Game with a beyond-delirious Winter and Jason......and i was right. The first one remains the better of the 2 journeys because the second one landed me in the emergency room!!! Yes folks, my 24 year hospital-free streak has ended, i am now a broken, battered shell of a person, tossed hither-thither by the giant healthcare monster.
Friday and Saturday were good, we did some eating and shopping and got to stay at Hotel Solamar with a little help from Kane. We even saw the stinky seals in La Jolla and got a little sun on our norcal noses.
Then, Sunday.
At breakfast i began to get a headache that soon decided it would be a migraine (i can't help but point out that the last thing i saw before getting my headache was Andy's purple flaming motorcycle) and the migraine soon decided it didn't WANT waffles! OR chocolate milk! Or Imitrex or pretzels or peanut butter or ANYTHING! So it made me barf it all up. Not fun, but apparently my brain fell alseep on the 'BARF' button, so i wasn't getting off that train anytime soon. The shaking and shivering/sweating in the fetal position wasn't my idea of a good time either.
Mom and Andy took me to the ER, where the lovely people at Sharp told me to 'stick it' and left me sitting in the waiting room waving bye-bye to whatever was left of my stomach lining every few minutes for the next couple hours. Eventually i got a bed and a gorgeous new paper dress that coordinated perfectly with my cup o' pee. After a few more hours of being ignored, the doctor came and peeked in my ears, wiggled my neck around and surmised that i was 'atypical.' Yay! My prize for being unique? Two needles in the bum and subsequent puking with renewed vigor. Fantastic. So mom got me to bed at the Holiday Inn and Bondy brought me tortillas, which i kind of gummed until i fell asleep.
i'm all better now; i had Costco pizza for dinner last night, which should be an indigation of good digestive fortitude (if not poor nutritional decision-making). Unfortunately now that the seal has been broken and i've had a whopper of a migraine, i'm living in fear of the next one. But you know what they say, 'Living in fear is better than puking precious fluids into a Von's bag with a hole in it.'