Okay, not that it means much to others until it happens to them but shit, food poisoning sucks worse than anything I can think of that doesn't kill you.
What had been a pretty fun weekend overall turned into a freakish nightmare of bathroom and hurt and exhaustion. Work? Are you fucking kidding?
Sure today was a big day but I did send a few emails from home. The worst of it was over by 7 this morning, which upon further reflection is nearly 12 solid hours of total suck.
But its passed now and I can only wait for the muscles in my stomach to soften up again.
And I know I'll survive. survive to chase the coverage, to spread our company as absolutely as far as possible.
But that's a whole different thing altogether.