Nothin' like a few bad tomatoes in your medium original from Schlotzsky's in Hillsboro to taint an otherwise lovely day. Felt overly full about an hour after eating it, nausea set in about 3 hours later, and two hours later, by 7pm I was seeing it again. Dis-gust-ing.
No one else in the car had the misfortune of diced tomatoes or olives on their sandwich. I was the lone lucky one.
I keep seeing in my head that stupid road sign that gave us the brilliant idea "Lotz Better" and it makes me want to... oh, wait... I already did that.
So, here on day 4 post-poisoning, still with a sore back from yakking so much and my stomach still loud and irritated, I have managed to branch out from the jello and occasional chicken broth diet to potato soup. Little victories. On the mend.
More than you wanted to know, I'm sure.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Still not feeling lotz better...
Posted by emprice at 12:01 PM
Labels: foodie, murphy's law
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