You know, I think that if you're going to be roaringly, violently ill, up all night and having to carry the wastebasket, complete with extra motion-sickness bags, from the motion of walking from the bed to the sofa....then you should have at least gotten to have the wild night of partying, lampshade-over-the-head, fun & fruity drinks and attendant blissful few hours of oblivion. Instead all I got was a day at work, having forgotten my lunch, a bag full of baby carrots.

Carrots are supposed to be healthful. But, in my case, they weren't. I guess I should have washed them. I guess I was lucky they weren't Chinese carrots.....

I mean, I know sometimes carrots give me sort of, er, too much fiber....but they've never made me SICK before. These were supposed to be pre-washed, etc. That's the whole point of them: they're supposed to be a convenient healthy snack.

Instead I missed a whole day of work, tossed up all my medications, and went for most of the day before I was able to keep down saltines and ginger ale. Now I'm exhausted, twitchy, and wary of anything that didn't come out of my own garden. Which is unfortunate, since all I got around to planting this year were peppers and tomatoes.

At least I had the birds and the dog to keep me company. The Hub went back to work, having gotten his back more or less healed. Maybe this is what middle age is all about. You take turns being laid up.

Fun.