Thursday. Ah, well. It helps not to eat, believe me, but it seems to be getting better, just not very quickly. I'm back to food poisoning, by the way. I don't remember getting food poisoning until I was in my, what, thirties? Not in school, not in the army, not in, well, there was that one time just after the army outside Mexico City. I learned about cooking and handling chicken and turkey in the usual sometime later (oh my god!) fashion. I'm disturbed I got it from an ice cream sandwich, if I got it from an ice cream sandwich. I did have two eggs over easy with breakfast that morning. Maybe a little too easy.
The buffet table at a local Thai restaurant. Yeah. Twice. Haven't been back. A pork bun bought from a Chinese deli? Yeah. Did that. Still, an ice cream pie or a fruit pie gone awry? Probably the eggs kicking back ten hours later.
Friday. I made it through the day at the office and this is good. Had a Jamba Juice and an orange juice and a cupcake for breakfast. The company brought in Caesar salad and pizza for lunch. Stay away from acid drinks and foods, stay away from Caesar salad, stay way away from pizza, even a very small amount of pizza, when you have food poisoning. A test, I thought. There were rumbles and there were gurgles and there was queasiness but the dikes held and I'm here fuzzy headed looking forward to a comfortable night's sleep. Please.