I devoured it. When there where no loops and only milk remaining, I poured more cereal in my bowl because, God forbid, I should have to slurp the cream plain. BURP (excuse me). Finished. Up I went to rinse my bowl. I had so many things I wanted to do before we left for family night at the Denver Zoo. (One night every summer, Eric's employer hosts a private party at a large Denver venue for its employees and their families.) So off I went, picking up here and there, doing this and that, and then it happened...the first awful cramp. Ouch! The sweats. Oh my gosh, I'm having hot flashes!
"Are, you ok Bri? You're dripping with sweat."
"I'll be ok. I think I just need to lie down. I'm not feeling so good."
For the next four hours I crawled from my bed to my bathroom. The sounds which came from my abode were non-stop and grew in intensity and violence. There were times I could hear laughter throughout the house due the commotion I was making. The dogs wouldn't even stay with me. I was truly terrifying. The air above the bed was so stagnant and rotten that when I would stand and start to move to the restroom, I would become dizzy and sick. I wasn't sure whether I should vomit or otherwise.
So after dosing myself with anti-gas medication (which didn't help in the slightest), the Potts family took their chances and went to the Denver Zoo. All I can say is thank goodness it wasn't the museum this year. At least I could walk into the rhinoceros house and contribute my curse without much notice - though at one point - I swore I saw the rhino's eyes rolling up into the top of his head.