I’m just one stomach flu away from my goal weight.
– Emily, The Devil Wears Prada
With the world going sick with Swine Flu, I managed to catch a nasty stomach bug on the weekend that laid me up for 24hrs.
When I say “catch” I mean eat 2 week old left overs in the fridge. I reap what I sew.
It’s funny, I’ve had food poisoning a few times in my life, twice so bad I wound up in the hospital. I always feel sorrow when I see a shark gutted open and a license plate falls out from their gut – not because of the humility of your stomach contents being paraded openly on PBS, but because my eating habits mirrored that poor shark’s. CHOMP!
Tuesday was a fog. I couldn’t think straight. I see today that I completed a few web corrections yesterday and haven’t had a screamy email saying I fucked up. My head was pounding and though I’ve never had a migraine, I could feel every pulse throb behind my ears.
“Is it the Swine Flu?” SharkBoy asked, hoping for workplace bragging rights.
All I could manage last night was a 1/2 cup of pasta (“Now I know you are sick!” says SharkBoy) and 4 large glasses of water. The evening was spent brainlessly watching The Karate Kid.
At night, in bed, I had chills and finally peace. I dreamed I was eating a huge fried egg sandwich with a stranger who hated everything.