Food poisoning. Two words in the English language that should never go together. To be betrayed by something so close to my heart hurts - especially when its working its way through your system.
I fell victim to food poisoning 2 days ago, from what I suspect was my Japanese lunch (oddly enough, I only had cooked food). For nearly 13 hours after that, I writhed in pain, clutching my stomach, trying to keep my mouth tightly clamped until I made it to the nearest sink. There's something so wrong about having to taste food that way.
I'm fine now - a little worse for wear - but nonetheless, fine. I've got a bit of a food aversion (dry toast, grapes and broth are about the only things that won't gross me out). Hopefully, that will change quickly. Or this blog will be a bust.
