This past week, I thought I had food poisoning.
Unfortunately, I was able to count SEVERAL explosive bodily fluid releases (and I do mean EXPLOSIVE…there was much cleaning up to do)…and a five minute exposure to me caused my father to have the same symptoms 24 hours later.
I’m guessing I’ve been through one violent bout of stomach flu. I’m white as the polar ice cap…and I’ve lost about 5 pounds…and not the Jenny Craig-sanctioned way.
I’m exhausted, I’m dehydrated, and after a week, today is the first day my head is actually clear, and I don’t require Gravol to either sleep or stay upright for more than five minutes without nausea (it’s the only way I managed to post a pre-written review for my previous blog entry). I’m going to sleep until Sunday — perhaps LONGER — so please be patient, dear readers, as I try to regain my strength.
And I never want to see rice cakes, crackers and green tea…EVER again! A three day survival diet is more than enough… 
