Ugh.
So I wake up this morning as I realize my acid reflux had apparently decided to burst forth from me, both orally and nasally. That’s the most polite way I can think of putting it.
Fortunately I acted quite fast and prevented any serious damage to tender nasal passages and such, but that SUCKED. After cleaning up, I put down a towel and finished sleeping… but I seriously need to wash my sheets before I can use them again. Oh, there wasn’t much, but does there have to be?
I presume it’s acid reflux related. I don’t feel sick, or unusually run down, or anything else of that ilk.
I bet it was that slice of Sbarro’s on the Ohio turnpike. That place is bad news. *shakes fist at them*
In other news, I had a lovely, relaxing weekend that involved Ohio, Gershwin, Bernstein, Lucy and her strange parents, her even stranger (but yes, cute and fairly cuddlable) dog, Hirem College, the Apple Store, and much valuable and entertaining conversation. We tend to discuss topics that are serious/deep without losing the ability to laugh, which I’ve always admired when I’ve seen it. I particularly enjoyed the giggling whispered conversation on the lawn or Blossom, which didn’t detract from the music in the slightest.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to chug some pepto and make it in to work – I’m late, I’m late!
I attribute my only known case of food poisoning to Sbarro’s, and it was … pretty damn nasty. Avoiding Sbarro’s is good for your health.