Woohoo, Tumblr’s back! If you read my post about Tumblr being down yesterday, you  might be wondering how my ME DAY went. Well, let’s just say it wasn’t as glorious as I thought, even though it started out pretty great when I met my friend Chary for lunch at a nice Thai restaurant at the Fort.

Hey, it was a ME day. The definition of that expands to “ME EAT LIKE A PIG.” Everyone knows this. Get with the program.

So yeah, great food and a gabfest with a gal pal — how could it possibly go wrong, you might ask? Well hmm. We may have made a couple of bad decisions.

Bad decision #1:

Bad move, Chinie. (Here’s why)

Bad decision #2:

Bad move, Chary.

And then we mixed those bad decisions with a ridiculously large amount of food, and capped them off with super milky Thai Iced Coffee — which we drank with straws.. you know, just to supercharge any possible ill effects that might arise.

I’ll spare you (and Chary) the details of the penance Chary had to pay for that later. But about halfway through guzzling that damn industrial-strength milky coffee, I began to feel decidedly ill. Seriously, there was all sorts of stuff going on my body that I didn’t understand.

I don’t know if it was the expired generic antihistamine I took before the meal to try and counteract the shrimp allergy… or maybe there was MSG in the food? Could’ve been the milk.. or the coffee through a straw, or my body just freaking out from being overfed. Maybe all of the above. Whatever. I just felt like I might be dying.

I tried not to make a big deal out of it because when I insisted against all good reason to gorge on copious amounts of rice mixed with shrimp paste, I’d PROMISED Chary that she wouldn’t have to rush me to the hospital. So basically I just tried to suck it up and just pray I didn’t die on the spot - or on my way back to my car - because frankly, that would’ve been pretty embarrassing, and I hate to inconvenience people. 

By the time I got home, the possibly imagined shortness of breath and heart palpitations had long passed (I guess prayer really helps) but for some bizarre reason I still felt super HOT inside. And then the hives started to appear.

And when I woke up from a 4-hour “please don’t let me die in my sleep and OMG I’m so itchy!” nap, they were still there!!!

Horrors. 

So yeah, I’m an idiot, and I ruined my own glorious me day with my stupid inability to accept once and for all, that I am really and truly allergic to shrimp. And possibly Thai iced coffee.

BAH! I guess it really is true that there are some things you just really have to let go of as you age. Some things are easier to give up. Some things are super difficult. Sometimes it’s people. Sometimes it’s shrimp. But the point is that if you insist on hanging on to what’s obviously bad for you, you’re bound to get hurt. 

So au revoir once again, shrimp. This time, we’re breaking up for real.

I’m in mourning. But you go right ahead and have a great Sunday, folks. :)