Matt brought back leftover fried chicken from his grandfather's wake, along with instructions that we had to work on it. Always welcoming of free food, I did my part over the next couple of days to give the chicken a good home.
Then the chicken got an eviction notice.
It hit Matt Thursday night, and it hit me yesterday morning while at work. I went home and spent the rest of the day sipping Gatorade and worshipping the procelain god. Matt says his mother also fell victim to the chicken, and spent her Friday in a fashion similar to ours.
I went to bed at about 8PM yesterday, waking up at two-hour intervals whenever my body wanted me to turn over. This was in between vivid but altogether incoherent dreams about sorting ammunition (your guess is as good as mine). I usually got up when I awoke and walked around the house to get the aches out of my system, but fortunately by the time I'd first gone to bed my vomiting had stopped.
Today, after getting up and eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (and waiting to see if it would stay eaten), my hunger-headache subsided and I felt good enough to go do my laundry. Matt was feeling better too so we decided to try some food food from the local gourmet. As I type this, my ham and swiss sandwich is still down, but after a day and a half of toast and Gatorade, Matt ate his food way too fast ("This soup is delicious" GNARGNARGNARGNAR) and up it came.
The worst is definitely behind us, though. I look forward to actually being up to do some sort of fun thing tomorrow.
2 comments:
Ouch... that's horrible! Did you get the plate number of that chicken??
...oh wow, college is really doing a number on me. @_@ It's the stress, I swear.
I used to get really awful headaches that made me throw up. Stress I think... it's a wonder I'm not sick all the time at school now. -_- High school is NOTHING.
Sick baaad! Have a hug!
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