We are halfway there! I’ve really enjoyed reading everyone’s responses so far. My objective (to know more about my RtB fiends) is paying off. Seriously, I LOLd at Greg winning a box of Jell-o for a Bingo prize. HAAaaaa
So…the final countdown. It’s go time.
What is the sickest you’ve ever been? (Not including infant ailments you can’t remember.)
In 1983, when I was three months pregnant with Lars and visiting family in Dallas, Mavis and I took the husbands out to Bennigan’s, where I ate a delicious steak that also happened to be laced with some evil bacteria. I ended up in the emergency room at the local hospital. Get this: they made me stand up to give blood. Nice, eh? A little armrest thingy folded down from the wall, and they bled me while I stood there. As you might expect, I was dehydrated, nauseated and weak from the constant barfing, and wound up on the floor. Kablam.
I worried every day that Lars was going to be infected somehow. You can imagine my relief and happiness six months later (as well as every single day in the 27 years that followed).
So do you remember being so sick you wanted to expire? I’ll wait till after breakfast to read; I’ve made myself kind of ooky. *hORk*