Too Much Info!

This goes along with yesterday's food poisoning post, so it might not be your cup of tea.

So made quesadilla's for dinner last night with a diet soda. This was my first solid food in about 36 hours.
I was hoping the cheddar cheese would help me bind up. No hotsauce was added though, because that would only make matter worse. Right?

Actually it played havoc on my internals. Not good or bad, just lots of noise and gas during the night. I'm a wee bit impacted down there to begin with, so what i have sprayed out is little painful, but nothing new. This morning it was all gas and nothing painful, so I drank water and skipped breakfast. I have a shit ton of work to compete so I was off to work.

I've had about 10 more glasses of water since and I have been soo damn hungry it isn't funny, plus the lack of caffine this morning has been killer. But they put muffins out about 15 minutes ago and I had one. Took me two bites and it was gone. Damn it tasted good. Now to feel what it's gonna do to me . . .

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OK, this is about having had food poisining, so if you think this might not be your cup of tea, stop reading now.

So something I ate on St Paddy's day made my sick, really sick. It started right after work while I was at the gym. I could feel my stomoch making some rumblings and could feel some light cramping. I finished up and spent some time with the squirts in the bathroom. Great, something I ate didn't agree with me. Home I went. No dinner for me, no drinking other then water. Why made this worse, right?
About two hours later I felt like shit, so I tried going to bed. Within 10 minutes I was spraying what was left of my lunch over my bed and bedroom. I made it to the bathroom where I expelled what ever was left and dry heaved for what felt like forever.

Of course one this happened, I shit my pants. Actually any time I felt any type of bowel movement, I shit my pants. Anyway, my bedroom was a complete disaster area. I tried cleaning it up, but lets be honest, when you're sick like this, being around puke isn't really the best thing you can do. SO I closed up my bedroom and tried going back to bed, but on my livingroom floor. No luck and I'm on and off the toleit for the next hour or two. Worst of all, all my blankets and sheets are well, not in useable state and I'm cold. So time to abondon my apartment and off to my rent's house. for the night.

Of course, it's about 1am now and rents are surprissed as hell that I've shown up. Great. Anway, I end up on thier couch, but I spent most of the night on the toliet. I think I have a perminant ring. Ugh. Even when I drink water to try and rehydrate, I need to squirt it out. Suffice to say, I didn't really sleep. Come 7am I snag on the rents wet vacume and I'm back to my apartment to try and clean up, call into work and find what needs to go to the cleaners. Some cleaning later and I'm back at the rents to crean up the spew all over my clothing, towels and sheets. But it's time for me to pass out. I haven't slept, Ihaven't eaten so I have no energy to speak of. I'm still waking up ever 30 minutes or so to squirt out what ever water I've had. Oh yum!

So back to the apartment after a nice nap and cleaning. More cleaning is needed here, but I'm in bed by 10 for a decent sleep. I only need to squirt maybe 3 times during the night. WOOHOO!

This morning I'm in bed till 10ish as a whole. No energy what so ever. The swets are fun too. More water, more quirts, but now I can pee too! WOOHOO! So some soup later and I feel OK. This afternoon I try some solids, these being cheese to hope to get to bind up on me. Now I can hear my bowels in full funk. Maybe I was too quick, oh well.

More Rambling from the Rain

Ramble #1: I look awesome in a Irish kilt (sapphire in color), but said kilt goes badly with any dark shades of green. Thus, I didn't wear it for today, I did bring a flask of Jameson to work though. SO if you're thirsty, let me know.

Ramble #2: If I need to bring maquettes from LJC to Pettygrove it will rain. Every single time. Be preparied to deal with said rain concerning maquettes since water and their paint don't mix too well.

Ramble #3: It will rarely rain when you go to lunch, but will rain when you walk back to work. I'm OK with this. A little rain never hurts and I tend to let my mind wander a bit when it does. Mostly teh same stuff as Monday's post. Where I am and where I'd like to be, though I wish I could get some other stuff off my mind too. That and I found out how hidiously expensive the condo's just north of work are. Just under $500,000 for a two bedroom condo. HELLO! That's about $300,000 stupid if you ask me. Odlly enough though when I walked by the town houses across the street from work, a big old dog came out to greet me. Nice older Labradore mix from what I could tell. Though she locked herself out it turns out because she's afraid of vacume cleaner. I had to knock and ring the bell quite a number of times to get the owner's to come and claim their dog.

OK, rambling off.

Get Used To it!

Walking in the rain that is. I used to do this as often as possible back in LA, but it so rarely rains, that it tends to kind of fun and special when you can do it.
Of course here in Portland, it rains quite often, so you kind of get used to do it. I'm reminded of this due to having been rained on due to lunch. No biggy, my balding scalp/thinning hairline can take it, and my wet shoulders can too. My feet are still dry but a little cold. My shoulders are more creaky then they used to be though and neck is stiff too from sitting in front of a computer for too long. Oh what a life I have these days! So I'm getting more and more used to the rain as the years go by and the older I get. I am actually fine with my age, my balding head, graying temples and what not. I'm finally at place that I can start looking into the future per say. For a the last 6 years or so, all I could think about was today and yesterday. Work had a lot to do with it I think. I'm not as mad at the world these days either. Though I find myself getting dumber, the older I get!

For instance, I thought I had class this weekend, only to find out well, it was another 2 weeks from now and that paper/project I was working on, isn't due for another 3 weeks. Another dyslexic moment for today was adding the keyword "Duck" but entering in the word "fuck". It's fixed now at least. But see what I mean about getting dumber as I grow older?

Anyway, the walk back to work in the rain was nice. Good time to think about little things I think. Nothing big, I usually leave that for when I go to bed, so I sleep as badly as possible these days. School has had me nervous as usual, but it looks like I am well ahead these days, instead of "just on time". Wheeew! Any other real thoughts seem to go back to the normal old guy things at least. Though not as dirty as you might imagine. Mostly domestic stuff, or lack there of these days. Though I actually have some time for that these days. Oh well

OK, that should be enough of rambling.