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zhieAfter the Superbowl, we came home and I played a little Petville, watched a little Kitchen Nightmares... then realized I wasn't feeling too good.
Note: No more eating food throughout the duration of a football game, unless it's chips or pretzels or some other non-contaminable food item. Especially if that food includes things like jalapeno poppers with cheese, a food that should be consumed, like, at least less than four hours since it was left sitting out.
So I went to bed feeling like I had appendicitis and taking some pepto (which, incidentally, I really shouldn't take because of Reyes and the possibility of it hitting again and whatever, but, hey, when you feel that shitty, you'll risk it). Woke up around four in the morning, was even sicker, debated telling Mark he had to get me to the hospital, then promptly threw up a total of six times, felt better, and went back to sleep.
Note: Despite wanting to experience as many of the various things I put the poor Elves through, getting to experience what Fingon's purging must be like was something I could have lived with not having on the list.
Slept in a bit, then had to play damage control at work -- Mondays are crazy.
Printer at work is working again. Yay!
And the snow approacheth. Boo.
Feeling better than yesterday, but still not a hundred percent.
TMZ, and then bed. Harvey and his crew are a riot. Normally, I'd have dessert, but I'm not going to push it. Last night the last thing I ate was a chocolate donut, and we all know how well THAT turned out.
Note: No more eating food throughout the duration of a football game, unless it's chips or pretzels or some other non-contaminable food item. Especially if that food includes things like jalapeno poppers with cheese, a food that should be consumed, like, at least less than four hours since it was left sitting out.
So I went to bed feeling like I had appendicitis and taking some pepto (which, incidentally, I really shouldn't take because of Reyes and the possibility of it hitting again and whatever, but, hey, when you feel that shitty, you'll risk it). Woke up around four in the morning, was even sicker, debated telling Mark he had to get me to the hospital, then promptly threw up a total of six times, felt better, and went back to sleep.
Note: Despite wanting to experience as many of the various things I put the poor Elves through, getting to experience what Fingon's purging must be like was something I could have lived with not having on the list.
Slept in a bit, then had to play damage control at work -- Mondays are crazy.
Printer at work is working again. Yay!
And the snow approacheth. Boo.
Feeling better than yesterday, but still not a hundred percent.
TMZ, and then bed. Harvey and his crew are a riot. Normally, I'd have dessert, but I'm not going to push it. Last night the last thing I ate was a chocolate donut, and we all know how well THAT turned out.
