( I may be oversharing)

So I am generally healthy….I mostly don’t get sick. Maybe a cold (Could be Covid!!!) but other than a winter case of the sniffles I am generally health. Bugs that take out entire segments of the population for days simply (usually) pass me by.

Until yesterday.

There I was, working in the garage, cutting some wood for a project, and then I felt dizzy, queasy, and somewhat unsteady. Not the sort of condition one should be when operating an unguarded 10 inch table saw…

So I went inside, drank some gatorade, sat down for a half-hour, decided it wasn’t getting better anytime soon, and put the saw and my work away. (I like having all my fingers, and being dizzy and unsteady and kinda woozy around a table saw is not the recipe for keeping them all attached).

I put things away, closed the garage door, went back inside, decided to lay down for a bit.

Nope.

The rumble in my guts told me that being tangled in blankets might be a bad idea.

I changed into a pair of sweats for easy escape,….Forward thinking that……

About a half hour later, I appreciated my foresight. Projectile pooping…with seconds of notice.

After that episode came the explosive vomiting.. I hate puking. I forgot how bad it can be. I haven’t been sick like this for a decade

Or is it explosive diarrheia and projectile vomiting? It happened both ways.

Luckily, my plumbing was up top the task. What a miserable few hours though. Even the cat felt sorry for me.

Either way, my Saturday evening plans changed drastically, and I didn’t leave the house all of Sunday day.

Blogging my be light for a while as I am somewhat uninspired.

I hate the feeling of weakness this brings.

Damnit, I got things to do!