It was bound to happen, I had it easy for too long. I finally puked this morning. Dammit.
It's my own damn fault, and I set myself up for failure. We took my interns out last night for their farewell event, and I wasn't smart about eating properly. I didn't like my dinner, and forgot to pack extra snacks in my purse. After dinner we went to a karaoke place with the undergrad interns and I was locked in a hot and sweaty room for 3 hours singing my heart out. I was trying to stay hydrated with water, but I could only drink so much.
After leaving the bar at 1:15 am, I knew I was screwed. My stomach was pissed and I knew I was in for it. I fought the nausea for a bit, but it found me this morning around 10:15 am at work. Thankfully the bathroom was empty, because I am not a "pretty puker". When I puke it sounds like a guttural tribal song from the Amazon.
The good news is I feel better now!