Last Sunday hubby, BIL, and I went out for the whole day! We cruised all the holiday deals to find hubs some winter boots, winter dress shoes, a nice jacket, among other things, for an event coming up soon. We really nailed it on the shoes and jacket!
While we were out we stopped at a tiny hole in the wall restaurant (literally a hole in the wall, which I’ll post about separately) for fish sandwiches. So. Good. And fritter style! It’s been forever.
Afterwards, we went to smoke hookah/nargile because we were feeling feisty. Unfortunately our adrenaline didn’t last and we got tired very fast. Subsequently, we rushed our smoking and ended up feeling not so good. Hubby’s head was spinning and I was choking on it and my stomach burned. Not to mention the service was terrible.
Otherwise, a good day.
And then Monday came.
My stomach was on fire! It wouldn’t stop burning and flipping as if I’d be sick immediately. I drug myself to work though, and couldn’t even make myself eat at lunch, for fear of vomiting. Same for dinner. Didn’t touch it. I drank marjoram tea to try and help settle my raging insides, but it only helped a little.
Next morning I ate one plain scrambled egg. Breakfast was one bowl of soup, and a spoon of erişte. I still wasn’t feeling too good. Zero appetite and stomach pain (but more boiling than burning this time). Had a bowl of soup for dinner and my stomach was bloated to that of a 6 month old pregnant lady.
What the heck did I eat?!
Yesterday I managed a few spoons of every food at lunch and dinner. But still no appetite. Just today I finally had enough of an appetite to enjoy my food, but still half of my normal meal.
Besides stomach anger, you don’t want to know how else my insides were punishing me.
I have no idea what I did. At first I thought it was from the nargile, but four days of unease?! I thought it might have been the fish, but we all ate the same thing and only I’m suffering.