Thwarted!
Don't Eat the Fuzzy Green Egg
I was chugging right along, making the words, when I felt the siren-call of a late-night snack, Thursday eve. I had a boiled egg left-over from Tuesday’s lunch — still in its shell and wrapped loosely in foil in the fridge. So, I made a seemingly delicious egg salad sandwich.
PLOT TWIST!
That egg was NOT one of the good guys. It hit me on Friday: fever, chills, bad juju coming out the escape hatch (interesting tidbit: I lost the ability to vomit many years ago, a side-effect of being clothes-lined by an actual clothes line when I was a kid; the official term is constricted esophagus). I strayed in and out of consciousness Friday, and into Saturday night. It was bad. Like, heroin detox bad. Got up today feeling slightly better (or at least not worse). Still don’t really have an appetite, and I’m fighting dehydration with water and a couple of sport’s drinks (I’m fond of Body Armor).
I think I’m on the mend. Went to work, tonight, and shuffled around like a cranky old man. Which, to the kids I work with, I probably am. Anyway, I’ll be back at it soon enough. If you’re feeling generous and want to toss a coin to your Witcher, I’ve included the link to my TIP JAR. I drink tea, not coffee, so sorry about the false advertising :)
Oof get well soon