Well, I learned an important lesson that I've heard discribed by many other bandsters last night.
I've been working nightshifts and they haven't been the best shifts......just lots of little problems that make the nights long and add to that I am tired. Wait....make that EXHAUSTED!!!!!
So last night was no different. I've been planning all my meals, making sure I get my protien and last night I brought some chicken in gravy. Little bitty pieces of chicken in a nice sauce. Should be good for me and easy to eat, right?
Well, I decide I'm going to eat up at dispatch, get in there and start heating up my lunch, sit there and tell Kimmie what a rotten night it's been, grab my lunch out of the microwave and start shoveling....yes, shoveling....my food in because I'm not even thinking. It's how I've always eaten when I'm stressed out.
And then it hits.......the monster from Alien is trying to burst out of my chest, right under my sternum.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!!!!!!!!:omg:
Oh, my lord, I didn't know that eating could be so incredibly painful!
Kimmie kept asking me if I was alright and I kept telling her no, but it would pass.....at least I was hoping it would pass. Finally after about 10 min. the monster decided it couldn't get out and it settle down to a dull throb that really is still there now. I was just happy I didn't throw up because I felt like I could of. But I don't throw up. It takes a WHOLE lot to make me throw up.:guess
I KNOW better than to eat that fast! I feel so stupid! It's one of the BASICS of eating after becoming a bandster.
So I'm back to eating broth and protien drinks till my chest feels better. I'm sure I made it swell up with my stupidity.
Well, I learned an important lesson that I've heard discribed by many other bandsters last night.
I've been working nightshifts and they haven't been the best shifts......just lots of little problems that make the nights long and add to that I am tired. Wait....make that EXHAUSTED!!!!!
So last night was no different. I've been planning all my meals, making sure I get my protien and last night I brought some chicken in gravy. Little bitty pieces of chicken in a nice sauce. Should be good for me and easy to eat, right?
Well, I decide I'm going to eat up at dispatch, get in there and start heating up my lunch, sit there and tell Kimmie what a rotten night it's been, grab my lunch out of the microwave and start shoveling....yes, shoveling....my food in because I'm not even thinking.
It's how I've always eaten when I'm stressed out.
And then it hits.......the monster from Alien is trying to burst out of my chest, right under my sternum.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!!!!!!!!:omg:
Oh, my lord, I didn't know that eating could be so incredibly painful!
Kimmie kept asking me if I was alright and I kept telling her no, but it would pass.....at least I was hoping it would pass. Finally after about 10 min. the monster decided it couldn't get out and it settle down to a dull throb that really is still there now. I was just happy I didn't throw up because I felt like I could of.
But I don't throw up. It takes a WHOLE lot to make me throw up.:guess
I KNOW better than to eat that fast! I feel so stupid!
It's one of the BASICS of eating after becoming a bandster.
So I'm back to eating broth and protien drinks till my chest feels better. I'm sure I made it swell up with my stupidity.
I guess you live and learn.:cry