Who would have thought, it figures

Ahhh, the fun of jetlag. I started my day yesterday oh-so-early. I got caught up on some of my favorite blogs, in bed with a great view of a gorgeous mountain. Nice, eh?

I was still a bit nauseous from all the drugs but thought a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs would help. And dry toast. It did but my prenatal vitamins had me even more sick to my stomach after.

I arranged to meet The Infertile Gourmets for lunch at Fish on the Rocks--this fab little hole in wall in a small fishing village not to far away.

I did warn you that this trip was going to be all about food, right? I'd been planning what restaurants I wanted to return to and what other ones I was desperate to try out. I'm not saying I picked my hotel solely because my very favorite restaurant here is just across the courtyard with the best panna cotta I've ever had in my whole entire life (that's the amazing Savoy Cabbage, btw) but it helped clinch the deal. Also high on my return to list are Wakame Sushi which has the most delightful balcony overlooking the ocean, the Belgian fave 0932 located in a bright pink building and serving amazing mussels and frites (more kinds of mussels than you can possibly imagine), the Gainsborough Cafe which is just up the street and great for a lingering lunch and people watching. Of course I had more restaurants picked out than there are possible meals for this trip.

I digress.

So I met up with the lovely and amazing Alex and her fab husband. And she's everything you think and more. So awesome!!! I order up my fish (hake) and chips and that's when it all starts to go down hill rapidly.

I eat some of the chips but just know I can't take the fish. All of a sudden fried fish sounds just horrible. In fact, everything sounds horrible. I'm feeling more nauseous than ever. I rudely excuse myself and rush to the loo where it all comes up. Blechh. Alex and Mr Alex were totally lovely about the whole sordid thing. It probably goes without saying but I'm not really a vomiter. Especially in public. I was just mortified.

I went by the clinic to get my progesterone shot from on of the sisters there. I was early enough that Dr Champagne was still there so I stopped by to chat with him and Sister K about my horrible side effects from the progesterone this time around.

He looked at me like I was bonkers. I could tell he thought I'd truly lost it but he's so much nicer than that. He asked if I'd been feverish. I said I'd been having hot flashes again for the past day or so but I really didn't think I was feverish.

He very kindly told me I had a stomach virus that was going around. Those weren't hot flashes, just a regular old fever. What I was feeling had nothing to do with my drugs or my cycle or anything like that. Just a bug.

This possibility hadn't even crossed my mind. I'm so obsessed focused on all things cycle related and used to looking for and experiencing side affects from drugs I just figured it was kicking my ass this time around.

A stomach bug. How lovely.

As I was heading back to the hotel freshly stocked up on ginger ale, cream crackers, yoghurt drinks and Panado (I guess it's like Tylenol--some kind of pain reliever to reduce fevers) the mister called. I poured out my heart to him. I didn't want to make him worried but I was feeling so sick and so far away. And so upset that there was no way in hell I was having mussels anytime soon.

He did what every fabulous husband does at at time like this. He totally made me feel better with those three little words: DOOK lost yesterday. Ahhhh, sweet relief. I hadn't seen the news. I hadn't seen some of your comments (thanks btw). I thought nothing could make me feel better. Boy, was I wrong.

With a spring in my step I bounded into the hotel. I bravely ate some crackers, took my drugs and told myself all was right with the world. It would all be better very soon. And until then my arch rivals were crying their way back home on Tobacco Road.

Yes it was my second night without dinner in Cape Town. I hope to begin making up for that today. I'm feeling much better. The hotflashes, err fever, have subsided. I woke up hungry. The Infertile Gourmet and I are off to spend the day with the Gorgeous and Divine Tertia herself. There will be babes and a wine farm involved. Alex is the designated driver so you can bet Ms T and I will get our wine in.

And tonight there may even be panna cotta for dinner. Even a sick girl can eat panna cotta, right?

Comments

[Kate]

Sorry you got a bug! That really stinks...but Dook lost so all is right with the world! heehee...

[chris]

At first I felt really bad for you, but then I remembered that I'm terribly jealous anyway because you live in the food capital of America and we have what, here in NC? Foster's Market? Magnolia? Yeah, but that requires dealing with Dookies? So maybe not worth the trip.

Okay, I really do feel bad for you.

Have a wonderful day today. Enjoy the wine and the company.

[Roni]

Oh, how fucking awful to get there and get a bug like that!!! I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Hopefully it's over and you'll be able to make up for lost time at those wonderful restaurants you mentioned (which I didn't patronize, and now I'm pissed at myself :). It was fantastic having lunch with you - Paul and I both had a great time!!!! Hope it wasn't the pancakes that set you off.

Feel better, and looking forward to hearing how your embies do - as Dr Champagne says, I'm hoping that they'll be as brilliant when they thaw as they were fresh! Such good news about the new thaw/culture medium procedures - I have high hopes!!!!!
Roni

[fisher queen]

Oh how terrible to have a bug on top of everything else. The drugs make you feel like such crap though, I can imagine why you were surprised. I wouldn't be mortified about public vomiting- if anyone understands feeling like crap it's a fellow IFer.

[Red Headed Momma]

Geez, is that stomach virus making the rounds or what? It's been everywhere! As someone who has rushed to the loo at lunch before, I can sympathize. It's difficult to hide that post vomit ashen look.

Is the acupuncture helping at all? All of your doctors sound so amazing and sweet. It sounds so different from some of the experiences you've had (i'm remembering you, left on a table, in the stirrups!).

When I'm sick, I go for good bread and butter, but I've always had a thing for fresh bread. Are you getting a massage or anything while you're there? I think you need to be very good to yourself right now. And that means spa treatments!

[Donna]

Glad you are feeling better. I threw up in a restaurant in Puerto Vallarta once, not a fun time. Thinking of you.

[ninaB]

Your basketball references always remind of the two years I lived with my brother and we HAD to watch every game possible during march madness and *everything* came to a stop for the final 4. Hope the stomach bug is just a 24 hour thing so that you can enjoy the lovely eats you've been looking forward to. Panna cotta sounds like just the thing for an upset tummy.

[InSpring]

Oh sorry, sick and so far from home, thank god for the world wide army of the IF'ers - I'm so glad that you have support, and dining and drinking partners. And on the bright side, you'll have the bug out of your system before you get on the plane for the long flight home.

[thalia]

I love the idea of having more meals planned than actual meal occasions available. That's me to a T. And they do all sound lovely.