I ate something bad. I'm not sure what it was, but it was bad. It wasn't something obvious like when Nick ate the beer foam (yes, he ate foam that was coming out the top of a carboy; Please read: 100% bacteria) but it had nearly the same effect.
It kept me home yesterday. It kept me laying on the couch for the whole of yesterday. If I sat or stood, gravity was working against me and I was making a run for the washroom. The worst part was that my stomach was all cramped up. The last time I felt something like that is when I had my appendix out. So on top of everything else, that feeling made me feel just a little bit panicky.
Today I'm feeling better but still didn't go to work. If it was a desk job, I would have toughed it out. But it's a standing job and I was feeling way to weak. In fact, I've had a 5.5 hour nap after a solid night of sleep and after only being up again for an hour, I could go back to bed. Yesterday was rough.
But mostly: YUCK!!!
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That sucks, but at least it wasn't caused by something dumb like eating carboy foam.
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