You know how I posted earlier this month about throwing up? I had no idea what I was talking about.
I have a new "last time I puked up my guts" date--last night as I was getting ready for bed. My poor husband.
To sum it up in the most non-grotesque way that I can, my asthma medicine makes me physically sick. I may never eat Subway again. Or pickles and olives. Or ham. And I'm going to make sure I chew more thoroughly.
Sorry if that's TMI.
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