I ate a wrap from a local bakery yesterday for lunch… then by evening I was feeling a little weird… and at about 9PM the symptoms started in earnest. You know that feeling where there’s a painful, tight ball in your stomach and you don’t feel like you can stand up straight? That was me last night. This morning I’m weak and shaky but the pain is a lot less. I’m sure it was lunch, because I shared some of it with my 4-year-old daughter and she woke up in the night crying that her stomach hurt. Poor kid – she came and sat with me this morning and we consoled each other for a while.
The worst food poisoning I ever had was from a burger at a Superbowl party. Rachel and I were dating at that point and I was driving a 1964 Ford F-100 with oversize tires and mis-matched paint on the doors. I was so ill, I couldn’t stand up at all, let alone drive. The truck had no power steering and was a monster to drive – but my little, 108lb girlfriend bravely drove me home in it and worried over me until I sent her away to let me die in peace. Of course I married her. She’d already proven the “in sickness and in health thing” multiple times over.
But what a lousy reason to miss the Superbowl!
In good news, we finally got some rain last night, though I don’t think I’ll be doing any gardening today.
*image at top via Jarrett Campbell, (modified by DTG)