Laid low

Funny how one night I can write about the exciting weekend I have coming up, and the next night all I've got to say is, "Blerg." A group of us who ate the same tainted food came down with food poisoning one by one this week. I was the last one to fall about an hour after I published last night's post.

We suspect listeria, but we won't know until the results on one of our members come back from the lab. Evidently it takes days.

So I missed the movie this morning, and I'm missing Chicken Grrrl's concert as I write. Alex sent me a photo, and my friend Hot Italian called so I could listen to a song over the phone. Not the same as being there, but I'm grateful they thought of me. I tried to persuade myself I would kick this thing in time to go, but every time I thought about taking a shower, I'd come to some time later and realize my eyes were closed. And the lady's room at the venue only has 2 stalls. TMI? Whatthefuckever. I'm the sick one here.

I would describe my symptoms in detail, but nobody needs to have such intimate knowledge of my digestive system. I'll just say it's a fucking miracle such a tiny thing as a bacteria can lay someone my size so low.

Listeria monocytogenes: if they go in, they have to come out

 That's all I've got for tonight. Now I'm going back to the couch to continue a Sons of Anarchy marathon and count my blessings for the pause button.