Friday night's snack was Triscuits and a tin of smoked oysters which produced a strange physical reaction that may have meant that 1) something was wrong with the oysters, or 2) I was sick and my body just used the oysters to announce that it was feeling poorly. The reaction was not the normal 'food poisoning' reaction, but it may have been a food intolerance reaction although I've eaten this brand many times before.
Saturday I uncharacteristically slept till noon and then felt sick most of the day. In the early evening I called my Dad who had just returned home from his hospiral rehab recovery on Friday. It was a short call, but reassuring. Feeling somewhat better, the evening was spent online with chat friends and watching Shrek, Rocky Horror Picture Show and SNL. Honey came out to give me 'last call' warnings on the use of the living room so I dutifully went to bed. As Overg says, "Obey the kitty."
Sunday I made it to Mass then came home to degrade into chills and tiredness. An aquaintance called with dire financial problems and stressed out and by the end of the call I needed a nap. At one point Honey hopped on the bed, played with my feet and hopped back into her bedroom chair perch.
I got up at dinnertime, ate, fed Honey and then watched the Ghostbusters DVD and then the same movie with the commentary. It was a safe choice while sick.
I don't know if this 'sickness' is something viral or if my system is just processing all the junk that I was exposed to last week at my office that gathered in my lungs, glands and chest. By Friday they were in terrible shape and it has taken the full weekend to feel normal again, but the rest of my body has become sick as an afer-effect. I'm not too enthused about going back to the office tomorrow for another round.
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