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I ate meat last night
Oct. 17th, 2010 09:52 am…but not on purpose.
around 3:30 A.M., I woke up with powerful shivers and a fever, and just feeling like crap. While i'm sitting in the bathroom, trying to figure things out, I realize that Brian had gotten sick earlier Saturday, and that Mikey hadn't been feeling too hot Friday night. In my barely-awake addled mind I thought "oh no, there's some new, uber flu-bug, and we're ground zero for it. Fuck!"
For the next couple hours, I dozed fitfully in my bed; fever, shivers, and my insides feeling like they were on a rotisserie, with hot coals underneath. Of course, I couldn't wear my CPAP, in case I needed to dash to the toilet! As I'm dozing, I realized that the guacamole in my quesadilla tasted a little… off. Then it hit me; the guy in line behind me ordered his with ceviche. I bet I got his order.
After 24 years of being a vegetarian, my body just doesn't know how to process meat. Like clockwork– 7 ½ hours after eating it, my body had had enough of trying to digest it, and sent it back.
It's 9:30 Sunday morning, and I still have a fever of 101.
If I'm ever in a plane crash, it better be on a tropical island where there is plenty of fruits and veggies; if it's high in the Andes… I'm screwed.
around 3:30 A.M., I woke up with powerful shivers and a fever, and just feeling like crap. While i'm sitting in the bathroom, trying to figure things out, I realize that Brian had gotten sick earlier Saturday, and that Mikey hadn't been feeling too hot Friday night. In my barely-awake addled mind I thought "oh no, there's some new, uber flu-bug, and we're ground zero for it. Fuck!"
For the next couple hours, I dozed fitfully in my bed; fever, shivers, and my insides feeling like they were on a rotisserie, with hot coals underneath. Of course, I couldn't wear my CPAP, in case I needed to dash to the toilet! As I'm dozing, I realized that the guacamole in my quesadilla tasted a little… off. Then it hit me; the guy in line behind me ordered his with ceviche. I bet I got his order.
After 24 years of being a vegetarian, my body just doesn't know how to process meat. Like clockwork– 7 ½ hours after eating it, my body had had enough of trying to digest it, and sent it back.
It's 9:30 Sunday morning, and I still have a fever of 101.
If I'm ever in a plane crash, it better be on a tropical island where there is plenty of fruits and veggies; if it's high in the Andes… I'm screwed.
