I had a bad experience on Monday that kept on plaguing me. Or so I thought. I had what I think was tainted food on Monday night. A salad bar item. Gave me a stomach ache. One that didn't go away and still is with me.
I didn't want to write about it, but now I am forced to because Bink called me today to inform me that she has been sick and Myra has also been sick. Stomach cramps, barfing, etcetera... and so forth... nuff said.
So apparently, since they didn't eat any of the tainted salad bar goods but they had the same stomach cramps I had, it must not have been the salad bar that made me sick.
I've felt pretty bad for 3 days. But I'm a trouper you know. I just went on and did my thing, but I am at a lower energy level than usual and with all the interruptions I've had from Nervous Nellie at the hospital, constantly hovering to ask questions and defend her incorrect coding, I am making slower progress. I stayed there until 7 pm tonight and found some good losses to rebill for. Tomorrow is supposed to be the last day, but I'm thinking it will take another week to get the full benefit from this place.
I'm going to go to Wendy's and get a salad and a baked potato. I'm retaining more water than the Hoover Dam because of all the salt I had yesterday. I didn't eat right this week. Bleh.
Since I'm going on a food run, I'll say "Chow" instead of "Ciao".
I know that is hokey and I was wrong for it.