Friday night we went over to Callicotte’s to play some games. Buck and I stopped on the way over to pick up some snacks, because we weren’t going to eat dinner until later that night – like 9:30 or 10:00. So we wanted something to munch on to get us through.
Oddly enough - while stocking up on the normal Doritos and sour cream, pretzles, sodas, and cupcakes (yeah yeah, those were my pick…it’s not like anyone is a rocket scientist for figuring THAT out), we noticed the most peculiar thing. Burger King snacks. Yes. Burger King is marketing snacks. Wanna guess what they were?
Chip-snack-type-thingers. They had two. Ketchup flavored french fries. Flame-broiled chips. FREAKY WEIRD.
(((((dramatic pause)))))
We got the french fries.
So we pick up the strange little munchies. When we opened the bag – CRAZY AS IT SOUNDS…they smell exactly like french fries with ketchup. And they pretty much taste like it too. It’s like an odd twist on the Jelly Belly. Like Berti-Botts Every Flavor Bean. But in a chip.
Anyway…I digress, because this really has absolutely nothing to do with Burger King Snacks. Ok….it might have a tiny bit, but I don’t know for sure.
So we’re shooting people in the head, and shooting each other in the heads, and playing the guitar, and munching like mad cows for several hours, until it’s time to kinda pack it up and then head out for eats. Callicotte was in the mood for Cracker Barrel, I love Cracker Barrel, and Buck has never been. So off we go.
I got dinner of sides. YAY DINNER OF SIDES!! Anywhere you go – that’s SO the obvious pick. Mac n’ cheese, steak fries, corn, and dumplings. YUMMMYY! Now. I had an ENOURMOUS lunch. The kind that most definately keeps me all plump and chunky like I am. Chicken fried bubble gum, mashed potatoes with gravy, seasoned red baby potatoes and a warm, soft, yummy roll. I understand that normally one would get chicken fried steak. This was bubble gum. You had to really chew it for quite a while. Secret Genius Guy agreed (an actually mentioned the chewy aspect first) - so it wasn’t just me being all scruitiniz-y about it.
Now that I am writing this – it really is an odd Jelly Belly/BertiBotts kinda day for me. Chips that taste like french fries, steak flavored bubble gum…..hmmmm.
Annnnnd…we’re back on course. Ok.
So even though we were eating kinda late – because of the munching and the overly large lunch I had – still not much for the hungry. I ate my corn, 1 of the dumplings, a roll, and the mac n’ cheese. I could do no more.
When we got home my tummy was all kinds of upset. And I didn’t know if it was from getting too much food for one day, or if I had eaten something bad. (Though a new option seems to have emerged from this blog, hasn’t it). I went to bed, fell asleep pretty quickly – and about an hour later was awake in a sad and horrible way.
I woke up to such an awful feeling tummy that I was stuck in that battle of ……just stay really still and your tummy will settle (and you repeat that to yourself over and over until it mostly becomes a chant of hope), or if I just throw up, I’ll feel SOOOOO much better, but I don’t really want to throw up because of all the NOT fun that goes with it, plus it’s just icky….and then back to the chant.
Finally I hit the point where I didn’t want to risk not making it to the bathroom if I had to, and sucked it up and camped out on the bathroom floor. Finally, sadly…and really grossly (sorry for this) I did throw up. A lot. With the help of my very wonderful husband – I think I’ve mentioned him a time or two here before – I peeled myself off the floor, rinsed my mouth out really well with a bottle of water (didn’t brush – sorry people, the thought of toothpaste in my stomach was not appealing. You’ll be fine.), took all the medicine my sweet boo pushed at me, and finally felt better enough to fall back to sleep. For the rest of the night. Thank GAWD!
Woke up the next morning. Stomach still a little woozy, but much better, and accepted a granola bar. Going through the morning……put dishes away, tidied up the house, and then jumped in the shower before my daddy came over to help work on the car (for like 7 hours it turned out!).
As I’m brushing my teeth the most horrific thing happened. Honestly something I have never had happen before, seen happen before, heard of happening to anyone else before….
Are you ready? Cause this is yuckie. But you should all learn from this in case it comes up for you. So really….nut up and move forward.
I’m brushing my teeth, and BLACK is spraying in the sink. BLACK!!!!!!!! As I’m spitting and rinsing and all those normal brushing activities are going on…BLACK! I look up, stick out my tongue and it is COMPLETELY BACK. All I could do was stare. Who does this happen to? So I started a mental check list: Haven’t eaten anything black….haven’t been eating grape popsicles for the last 12 years running, haven’t been diagnoses with some creepy and frightening disease that I remember…..WTF!? Buck saw it. It freaked him out.
Thankfully, when I brushed my tongue it all came off. That was promising, but in all honesty – I was kinda scared to go back to sleep again. We went through the medicine he gave me and nothing stood out – 2 tums (pink and yellow – tropical fruit) and 2 pepto-bismol caplets. We have the liquid stuff, but it makes me gag, and that was a little self defeating when measured up to my goal at the time.
I told Zam about it that night, along with the statement “I’m certain I’m dying now.” She laughed at me. Everyone should have such caring friends.
Today I googled it, and found some very interesting information. PEPTO-BISMOL is the culprit! WHO KNEW!?!? Pepto has some kind B-stuff that can make your tongue turn black.
So……few things to take from this:
1) It seems I’m not dying from some weird blackened tongue disease.
2) All those times when I was a kid and someone tried to push that junk down my throat which only made me gag and throw up – which I was going to do WITHOUT the nasty stuff anyway, and I would think to myself….”Jeez! Is this stuff from Satan?!”…the answerer is afterall, YES!
3) Anyone taking, or forcing something so horrible onto other smaller people, should at least not be alarmed if they wake up with a pitch black tongue.
Once again – just my way of giving and sharing, and having and receiving**, for those I love. 
**20 big bonus kudos to the first person who can name that reference! (in-house kin not elegible to play. Sorry Boo. It’s just toooo easy for you).
