Eat It

I've concluded that puking in public parking lots is infinitely more humiliating than puking in the privacy of your own bathroom. I've also concluded that food poisoning sux as much this time as it did last year when I got it (by golly, I think that was in August, too!). And, to top it all off, puke stains are not easy to remove from the fabric of one's car.

On the plus side, I've reestablished my love of and appreciation for food, and I will now be stocking flat soda pop permanently in the back of my fridge, as it is the only thing I've found that STOPS the continued after-effects of food poisoning for me. I also want to thank my good friends, whom I called between frantic jaunts to the bathroom because I didn't have any soda pop, or soda crackers, or baking soda (for the car stains)-- and who called each other, and then eventually LG showed up at my door with half her pantry and a bunch of kids movies to make my life easier. Luckily, her pantry included some sprite and a whole box of soda crackers. I love my friends.

Oh, and my cat's tooth cleaning (and mine, come to think of it) went fine. It was just the drive home that was painful-- because that's when my food poisoning struck. She's fully recovered but for some short fur on her front leg where they had the tubes (you don't clean a cat's teeth when it's awake, thank you very much). I'm able to eat rice and potatoes and vegetables again, and water with no sprite in it, so things are getting better for me, too.

Oh, and classes start again tomorrow. Yay. On the plus side, it is my final semester in my quest for a Masters Degree, and I don't have that one professor this time. YAY! ...bbbboooosssseeee...