As I sat there trying to diagnose the problem I started cramping in my gut, then it went full blown nausea. Next I started getting a hot flash from the Niaspan I take. Prefect timing. I'll spare you the rest of the gory details but the next few minutes (that felt like weeks) were not pretty and I'm fairly confident I was speaking some ancient language not heard in 1000's of years. Linda Blair would have been proud.
After the ordeal I crawled (yes crawled) to the bedroom and went back to bed. Somehow I survived the night without another round of whatever the hell that was.
I still feel like crap, but at least I'm off work again today and the only words coming out of my mouth are English.

Dude, you have my sympathies. Need someone to drop chicken soup to you?? :-&
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