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Ever had food poisoning? Me either - til Friday. I thought my "iron stomach" could kill ANY stupid old bacteria. Seriously. Thought I was immune to "bugs" like that. What got to me was how fast it happened! I had an awesome morning on Friday - super productive in the morning - ran a TON of errands. Then I treated myself to a Burger King Chicken sandwich. I was craving one of them. I'm not normally a BK fan, but their Chicken sandwich just sounded yummy. Downfall #1. That was around noon-ish.

I did some more moving stuff in the afternoon & then my mom's first cousins came over around 4pm to see us before we left. It was a delightful visit. They left a little before 6pm. First I got the growly tummy. You know. The one that you KNOW will result in some diarrhea. So I thought that would be it. Little did I know.

If you know me, you know that I don't do puke. Especially *not* if it's coming out of me. I'd make a horrible bulimic. I can't remember the last time I puked. Yuck. So, shortly after tummy rumbling it ALL came up - and up - and UP. I'm pretty sure the upstairs neighbors could hear everything. LOL! And, for a moment, I felt better. I pronounced myself cured. And promptly took a shower. About 1/2 way through the shower I realized I was very, very wrong. I was FAR from cured. And the next thing I knew I was cleaning the bathroom floor & wall (I'll let your imagination take you there). Rinse & repeat for the next 24+ hours. Actually, I was barely conscious from Friday night - Sunday morning at 3am. Finally, at that point I felt like I could eat again. So I made myself some applesauce (rock the BRAT diet!) - and it was soooo good. I've even had toast too.

I think I'm going to live. I'm still super dehydrated - with symptoms (dizziness, decreased urine output, dry mouth/lips), but I am going to live!

As I was saying to my mom this morning. I'm mad - this darn bout of food poisoning has affected my relationship with food. I'm now a bit more leery of eating things I haven't prepared. Maybe that's a good thing.