Post Christmas yucks
Michelle and I are recovering from a serious bout of that intestinal malady which are notorious on cruise ships. We got it from a friend of ours we visited on the weekend. She was recovering from it, and we caught it. We both woke up with a chunder on Tuesday and spent most of the day in bed. It made me feel like I had been thoroughly beaten all over with hammers. Luckily I had a canister of Gatorade powder in the cupboard, so I was able to keep us hydrated and avoid the worst of the side effects.
It was interesting to me because it's the first time I've vomited in about 18 years. I well remember the last time, I was living in the storied Cyberspace warehouse in Glebe. I had just eaten a tasty doner kebab, and washed it down with a sixpack of VB stubbies. I got the signal, and made it to the dunny just in time to regurgitate a large quantity of still-clear beer and a floating raft of chopped parsley. The fact that my insides had so cleverly sorted out the nights repast was highly amusing to me.
It was interesting to me because it's the first time I've vomited in about 18 years. I well remember the last time, I was living in the storied Cyberspace warehouse in Glebe. I had just eaten a tasty doner kebab, and washed it down with a sixpack of VB stubbies. I got the signal, and made it to the dunny just in time to regurgitate a large quantity of still-clear beer and a floating raft of chopped parsley. The fact that my insides had so cleverly sorted out the nights repast was highly amusing to me.