Monday evening I was privy to a bout of Gastroenteritis (or, more commonly, the stomach flu)...or such is the conclusion I have drawn.
I was quite fine Sunday and most of Monday. I didn't even feel the slightest incling in my stomach until Monday afternoon (maybe 1 or 2ish). At that time, I thought it might be good for me to have something low key for dinner, maybe some meat and plain white rice. Well, by the time dinner rolled around, I already had an upset stomach and had vomited (woohoo). After the party in my mouth evacuated, I began getting the chills, then the sensitive skin closer to home. I only threw up once more after I returned home, then slept 12 hours the rest of the night.
Stayed at home all day (sans a run in the morning for ritz crackers, ginger ale and pepto) trying to rest. I finished my open pack of saltines, one pack of ritz and an ale yesterday. Today I've knocked out one ritz and a GA and only one pepto today.
I've been feeling better since my long sleep Monday night (better = less bad, not better = done).
The worst part of it was that I had to miss resthome yesterday :(. Boo. Of course this has to be the week that Jenny's home and Moi is coming... But, on the upside, I was only out of it for one night and one day. Today I was back into the fray and up at 5:30 for clubhouse again. I only have three hours left in my day, and half an hour is left for lunch :).
That's my story of the week (and probably month, since that was still during February :).
Four score and seven minutes ago...
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