For fraks sake

Just when I've recovered from the cold, I find myself with a mild-ish food poisoning. I say mild, as in I was vomiting only for couple of hours (instead of all night)... but suffice to say I've felt like shit today. Fortunately at some point I managed to get hold of my my knight in shining armor, my darling husband who left work early to bring me some food. Apparently after a food poising the worst thing you can eat is something sugary (so no wonder a handful of frozen raspberries made me even sicker), but one should drink a lot of water and eat white bread... and of course we were all out. Not that I feel like eating, I actually feel like hanging myself as food poisoning is pretty much the worst thing I can happen to me, an emetophobic (maybe even worse thing would be a food poisoning while traveling, maybe in a plane).

Angry, scared and sick. Wonderful.

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