You have never lived until you have stood next to the freeway puking your guts out.
It started off as a day like any other... I was going shopping with my sister, and we decided eating first would be a good thing. I hate going to Costco on an empty stomach - it leads to far bigger grocery bills.
She had found some new gluten free pancakes, so she made me a bunch of pancake breakfast sandwiches to keep in the freezer for times when I just wanted something different. No problem. We had done it before with the Trader Joe's gluten free pancakes, the Jones Dairy Farm gluten free sausage patties, some cheese and an egg, and they were delicious. And healthier than what I normally choose when I'm not feeling up to making a meal.
So she put them together over the weekend and tucked them safely into the freezer. I grabbed on on Monday morning, ate the entire thing and headed upstairs to the coupon central area of her home.
We puttered around for about an hour, and finally got on our way. About 20 miles down the road, I began to feel sick to my stomach. I put it down to the fact that Costco was going to be crowded, and I'm not a fan of crowds.
Yeah. About five miles later I pulled off the freeway and found a gas station. It wasn't pretty, but at least I made it to the bathroom.
I asked her to drive me home as I wasn't really myself. About two miles down the road, I asked her to pull over. On the freeway. I crawled out of the car and made it to the guard rail before vomiting again.
Four more times in the next 22 miles, we pulled over for me to vomit. Then we got home, and I got really sick.
Note to myself - read all the labels for myself from now on. Just because a manufacturer has one gluten free product does not mean all their products can be trusted. And double check on my sister's "finds".
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