Friday the 13th strikes again

Although I have never seen the movie, I know as well as anyone else what horrors friday the 13th can hold, and yesterday I experienced it. No, a hockey goalie who has misplaced his hockey stick, and has decided to try a chainsaw instead, did not come and invite me to play with him. But, I did have some sort of infectious thing come to pay a visit in my stomach. I think it must have been the chicken and leek pie that I had the night before at an irish pub. The food was good, the waiter cute, and the company was very enjoyable. But there must have been something in the very bottom of my pie/soupy stuff that was just lurking, waiting for me to eat it. I should have listened to my body- it sensed that something was amiss and tried to stop me by the warning of satiety. But alas, I did not heed the warning, and ate a little more because I didn't want to waste the food, and it wasn't the type that I would want to eat again the next day or two. So, the next morning I woke up at about 7 o'clock and went downstairs to take a shower. I was nice to relax in the hot water, but when I got out I felt a little dizzy and nauseous. I got dressed and went upstairs to lie back down. I was awoken at about 10 o'clock by my mother who was telling me that I needed to get the laundry out of the dryer and fold it. So, I went downstairs to do so, and after a few minutes I decided that it would be wise to go to the bathroom, just in case I did get sick. Which I did. I went back up stairs, drank some orange juice- bad idea- and watched 'muppets take manhattan'. Then I ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich, another bad idea, and took a nap. I was woken up, this time by Rose, who asked me to come down stairs because my mom hadn't arrived yet (my mom and I were supposed to be babysitting that evening for Rose and Dick's two and a half year old twins- Jo and Sam). So, I put on a modest shirt and went downstairs. The twins were still asleep, and my mom had just walked in. After sitting for a little while my mom walked the dogs, I threw up again. The rest of the day was basically the same sick feeling, but no more 'up chucking'. Blast that 13th day of the month that falls on a friday! I also watched 'The Waitress' which made me want to make a pie, eat it, marry a wonderful man, and have a baby. But those last two were probably just the dizziness from being sick giving me ideas.