Feelin' the Foo

So I mentioned earlier this week that we had a little stomach distress whilst on vacation. Our last night in PA we decided we wanted chinese food. Ron went online and found a local restaurant called Foo Joy. Years ago we learned that Fung Wah was another way to say "we're fucked" and we can now add Foo Joy to our vocabulary.

The food was delicious. Really it was. But when I found myself in the hotel bathroom at 2am trying to vomit it was not so pleasant. Vomit, shit, anything. I was in alot of abdominal pain and it had Foo Joy written all over it.

Normally I would go through all kinds of discomfort to not vomit. I don't like vomiting... but really, who does? In the past I have been known on a few occasions to drink more than I ought to and a girl who drinks soon learns that vomiting is a good thing. Drink, vomit, take bow, rinse mouth, repeat. (Relax people... I don't do that much anymore and the few time I have can be counted on one hand.)

So I was feelin' the Foo until the morning and Ron fell afoul of the Foo the next day. (Say fell afoul of the Foo out loud... it's fun!) Here we are five days later and we are still feeling the effects of the Foo. Our guts feel a tad bruised, but each day we are a little better.





This is post number 1,101 in case anyone was interested.