::A Geek in Korea::

I woke up this morning thinking, "Funny, I don’t remember being stabbed  yesterday." And yet, my stomach was fairly insistent that it had been, or at least, that I had done something it didn’t like enough to wake me with waves of pain. Of course, there was no blood, but the pain didn’t suggest that there wan’t anything less than a rusty pipe sticking through my insides. I actually woke up moaning in pain and went to the bathroom to see if there was anything I could do to settle once and for all  I had a large lump of metal sticking out of my gut.

Pain or otherwise, I was in trouble. I remembered the meat we picked up shopping at Wal-mart the night before. I was thinking it was it was on sale for a reason now. For example no one must have  mentioned the likely "Causes intense intestinal, 50% off!" label on it somewhere. I picked up wondering why it was on sale, and I guess I found out.

It’s my own fault. When we were finished shopping I was far to tired to worry about cooking the proper amount of food for the both of us, so I told my wife just to throw all the meat into the pan. We ate dutifully, but at the end there was far to much left on our plates. She said that we couldn’t store this kind of meat for reheating since it would be rubbery and bad. Taking up her challenge, I finished the rest of the meat on the plate. Was that ever a mistake.

The entire day I’ve been bed ridden, too weak to move much. My wife had church today, so she picked up some medicine for me on her trip back after the pharmacy opened. I spent the morning alternatively sleeping, shivering, and overheating, sometimes all at once. Luckily for me, I didn’t have to run to the bathroom, or run anywhere.

I was far to dizzy and weak to make anything faster than a "zombie shuffle" as I walked around the house. Shuffling feet, moaning in pain, green complexion, bloodshot eyes. Hell, I might have been a zombie. It’s better my wife went out to church, as there is a possibility I might have feasted on her brains. Who knows?

I’m better off this happened on a Sunday where my income wasn’t impacted. The nine or so extra hours of sleep today should probably help me recover some of my stamina as I go about my business tomorrow. Today was going to be a night out, as my wife’s birthday approaches and we were going to check out a new restaurant to celebrate. We had to  cancel due to my stomach bug, and instead she had to care for her feeble husband instead. We’ll book some reservations sometime this week instead.

Now, the effort of writing this post has made me double over. Don’t worry about me. The blog will go on.