Well, so much for NaBloPoMo…
I’m back in the states and feeling much better. Unfortunately, the food poisoning wasn’t from an over-indulgence of alcohol (I wish) but a teeny tiny piece of yellowtail sushi from a very fancy resturant. D and I ate the exact same thing and he was perfectly fine. Oh, I’m such a lucky girl. Additionally, the gastric meltdown didn’t improve after 24 hours like I was told, but morphed into a 101 degree fever and a slightly panicked trip to Dr. Alfonso at the “American” Hospital in Cabo.
The trip pretty much sucked, but let’s look at the silver lining.
1) If I were forced to experience food poisoning again, being waited on hand and foot at my grandparent’s home in Cabo isn’t so bad.
2) Stubborn post-pregnancy weight? Hasta La Vista!