What a day.
After spending the weekend curled up in a dark pit called “food poisoning hell”, I finally felt like I might sort of make it out alive today. And thank the good Lord, too, because we had plans to have a belated birthday/Memorial Day celebration with my Dad.
I still probably should have held off on eating anything too heavy but when Dad makes his famous pulled pork sandwiches, ya just don’t say no. And then after swimming and laying out (exhausting work, really), we were all pretty tuckered out by the time we headed home. And not to mention sunburnt to a crisp.
But… I have this problem listening to reason and when everything says “don’t eat anymore food tonight” I say…”let’s stop at taco time!”
And then I had to take a nap on the couch for an hour or I’d be back worshiping the porcelain throne. And now I’ve been awake from said nap for about an hour now and I’m ready to go to bed.
Being out in the sun all day, eating pork sandwiches and crisp bean burritos after a bout of food poisoning… not the smartest move I’ve ever made. I’ll admit that.