I think I have a mild case of food poisoning from Tuesday.
It may be the chicken I ate.
Wild, crazy, chicken is doing a number on my insides.
Bad chicken!
To spare you all the graphic details, I'm not getting sick.
That is a good thing.
My stomach is just rolling over... constantly.
And cramping. That's not so good.
Yes, I'm drinking plenty of fluids, so I don't dehydrate.
ETA - It took the rest of the week, and the weekend, but I'm pretty much back to "normal".
Our little ones
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4 thoughtful comments:
LOL- Okay the whole "bad chicken" thing like you were getting onto it reminded me of Finding Nemo with Dorie and saying "bad squishy"!!
Oh, I am guessing you had the "Donna Reeds" as Bryan says.
Yes, and yes.
"Bad squishy!" The sea turtles are my most favorite-est, but Dori's humor is priceless.
Trust me, it was a bad. bad. chicken.
"Donna Reeds", too funny! I hadn't heard that one before, but I like it.
Awww... I hope you don't run into a "bad chicken" again.
You know, it was kind of cool how you turned food poisoning into poetry.
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