Read at your own risk. There might be TMI...

So it took me a while to get smart about feeling sick. I could no longer stand the smell of greasy foods. And Josh loves quesadillas. It's one of the only foods he can make. But those got banned after too many times of coming home to the smell I went flying into the bathroom.  Also I needed to plan ahead on my drives to and from Grand Rapids. One time I ended up dry heaving into a cereal box for about 10 miles. What? Yes a cereal box. It was the only thing I took to work that I could use.

But worst of all, are perms at the salon. (They still make me sick, even if I'm not the one doing the perm.)

The last perm I dealt with started around 2pm. I had a full day and one of the girls in the salon did a perm. By 4:00 I was running to the bathroom between all my clients. And I was booked till after 6. (There was no leaving early.) One mom came in with her two boys, and I ran to the bathroom between each of them. At first I think she thought I just liked the bathroom, but after the last trip I knew she caught on. And when I thought I was almost finished, I had to shampoo out a color, cut and style her hair. I puked 3 times in the middle of her services. She was so sweet about it. I left her nice and calm each time and let her know I'd be right back. At that time I still I thought I had everything under control until the salon was filled, and someone waiting for a cut decided she needed to use the bathroom. (I only had 10 min between each of my bathroom trips, but how long could she possibly take, right?) She took way too long. I told myself "puking (or in this case, dry heaving was more like it) is only a mind game. You can make yourself hold it. Really you can." And that's when I did one of those dreadful puke burps. The kind that tells you, you're not in control and the inevitable is yet to come. I quickly reassured my client I would not puke on her (yes I said exactly that), but the look on both of our faces clearly meant, we were not sure about that. Two seconds later the crazy lady was still in the bathroom, and I was dry heaving into a garbage can in the back room. I was mortified.

After talking to my doctor about this situation, he decided it would be best if I wasn't around perms anymore. And I'm sure if you'd talk to my client I almost puked on, she'd agree.