A weekend of hell and the aftermath.

So here I write the unread blog. Enjoy ghosts of the internet!

Today I am a glutton. I do not consume anything of taste or to tempt a gourmet pallet. No I glut on greasy chicken fingers dipped in ranch dressing, a slice of college pizza and buttery garlic bread stix dipped in fatty cheese for lunch. For dinner to start a Totinos cheap-ass pizza to start and who knows where my binging shall end! Its all the fault of my stomach illness of the past week and being a penniless (well not quite) pauper.

Missed school Thursday,  that was fun as their was a Pop Quiz in Nihon, due to not feeling all that sparky and spent Friday night and all day Saturday on the toilet or puking in the bathtub. Unable to keep anything in my stomach (or ass) I was unable to take my migraine meds at all and ended up in agony beyond description. Come 10pm it was off to the ER. 5 hours in the ER hooked to an IV getting pumped full of 2 liters of solution to rehydrate, anti-nausea meds and pain killers to break the migraine while they ran blood tests to see exactly what was wrong with me.
The wife and I had thought it was food poisoning. Yes my cooking is HORRID RUN RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! Actually we thought that the left over ham I used in the making of the Chicken and dumplings had possibly gone off. Our process of conjecture was that since the wife and I where the only ones to get sick and the kids did not eat the dumplings it must be food poisoning. It didn't hurt that I had food poisoning before from roller grill hot dogs and this felt the same. Nope it wasn't Food Poisoning it was just a stomach virus!

So a few days on clear liquids followed by bland food gives way to gluttony glut glut! However I must confess it is not Just illness recovery. As mentioned I am brrrroke. Doesn't it sound so much more classy to rrrrroll the R's? (Yeah I am maybe still not fully recovered or maybe I am just insane. . . no one reads this so no one will ever know!) I have some pennies so my earlier claim of penniless pauperdom is a tad exaggerated. I just can't afford smokes. So I am nicc'ing and munching out of nerves.