Estoy Nueces

Within hours of the last entry, Saturday night, I became sick as a dog, weak as a kitten, something as some other household animal. Food poisoning? I think it might have been. I ate a roast sandwich from some roast that had been around a suspiciously long time in our refrigerator. But I've also talked to several people this week that knew people who have had stomach flu recently. I don't know what it is or has been, I just know I've been sicker than I have been in years.

By the time Mark came home from San Antonio that night I was writhing in pain and told him I felt nauseous. It really was a relief to finally throw up a couple of hours later. I felt better, but certainly not good.

I spent the night and the day up and down and up and down. Sunday, Mark left for Houston so I was still on my own. Ate a piece of toast and a glass of flat ginger ale. I knew I could call on neighbors if things got really bad or if I really needed something but it never got that bad.

Today I thought I was much better except for extreme achiness and headache. But by the time I had to go to work I was heading downhill again. Man, I hope this stuff gets out of my system tonight.

On the optimistic, happy side? I saw a number on my scale that I haven't seen in over two, maybe three years. That's worth a couple of days of jello and chicken soup. Not worth the rest though and I would never recommend the food poisoning diet.