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w June 14, 2006

Out of Commission

It's been a few days, as I seem to have contracted a rather nasty bout of food poisoning or similar last Thursday, which has had me functioning at about 60% until today. I won't go into the gory details, but suffice it to say, a lot has come out and not a lot has gone in. I'm eating a hamburger bun with remnants of meat on it right now, partially because that's what is in the fridge, but also because I'm SOFREAKINGHUNGRYICOULDSCREAM...and you know what, if it doesn't work, whatever. It tastes good going down.

Of course my first thought was "I'm wreaking irrevocable fetal harm because I craved both a chicken gyro and Korean food!!!!". Went to the doctor on Monday to see whether IV fluids were needed, and also to set my mind at ease about that. Natch, Peabo is fine. Nice healthy heartbeat, and I think I'm starting to feel internal thumps. To be honest, I've been feeling them for a few weeks, but "they" say I'm not supposed to feel even a second baby until at least 14 weeks, so whatever. Recently. Anyway, it really did point out the truth that our bodies are designed to protect the passenger first, almost regardless of how miserable the driver feels.

At any rate. It's not been too exciting around here in terms of bloggable activities, unless of course you have some perverse need to hear about the finer details of food poisoning. If so, you know where I am.

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