Bismuth

The Christmas party Saturday evening was probably the source of it all. I'm sure it was something we ate, although the thought did cross my mind that I might have brought home some kind of bacteria/virus from the hospital and inoculated the two of us. Whatever it was, I got sick first, but Nathalie got sick worse.

After several trips to the bathroom, I started to feel a bit better, but Nathalie wasn't making much progress. I moseyed back to the bedroom to find her curled up, motionless, on the bed.

A whimper escaped, "Do we have any medicine?"

Belly Pain vs. Nathalie, and she was losing.
I needed to get reinforcements, namely, Pepto Bismol.

A quick jaunt to the convenience store just a half block away from my house yielded no results. A misnomer. Very inconvenient.

Had to walk back to my house, get in my car, and drive to a Rite Aid to find that I could purchase either a GIANT bottle of Regular Pepto Bismol, or a miniature sized bottle of Cherry Flavored Pepto Bismol. Neither one of the options were appetizing. I didn't even know Cherry Flavored Pepto Bismol existed. Artificial cherry flavor is disgusting to begin with, I can't imagine what improvement was made to Pepto Bismol by its addition.

Then I got to wondering who needs a liter of Pepto Bismol? I think if you're at the point you're drinking a liter bottle of Pepto Bismol, it's time to go to the hospital. Something is definitively wrong with your GI tract.

Abandoning Rite Aid, a trek to Walgreen's sucessfully yielded a moderate sized bottle of Regular Pepto Bismol.

Back home, Nathalie downed the shot of Pepto, and when I offered her a glass of water to chase it, "It's OK. I like the taste of Pepto Bismol."

eek!