Back From Green Land

So Tuesday night I had a real intensive class at my theater. I had just enough time to grab an order of california roll and shrimp tempura roll from the Chinese place across the street and eat it real fast (I know, Chinese sushi?). Anyhoo it was great, class was crazy and I slept just fine.

I woke up Wednesday morning feeling like someone had put a rotten brick in my stomache. I had driven Darrin to and from class the night before, so his car was still at the office; meaning I had to drive him to work, and drop off a few dvds that I had rented for work way the hell at the other end of Burbank.

Naturally I took every wrong route to get from A to B to C, and was in the car over an hour in total. With each block I drove I slouched over a little more and turned a richer shade of green.

When I got home I was shaking, hot, achey and nauseaus beyond belief. I put my hair in a ponytail "just in case" but all my troubles found a different exit if you get my meaning.

All in all I was in the bed two days, and during that time was only able to get down the equivalent of two meals. On day one I couldn't even go near the kitchen to get any water or sprite because there was food in there. YICK.


My big kitty Tiny sure enjoyed having me home I'll tell you. He showed me the fine art of catnapping for long periods of time which we both apparently really needed.

There is some debate among my friends and family whether it was food poisoning or some kind of flu. Though I couldn't even mention the "F" word (food) during my sickness, I don't think it was the sushi. Isn't it funny how we feel defensive when someone suggests we made ourselves sick by eating poisonous food? At least I do. But I've had a lot of friends get a nice 24 hour flu of late, so I'm going to go on record as stating it was the flu. Do I feel the need to patronize the Chinese sushi place anytime soon? Ssshhhhhh! No.

I'm back in the office today and better, if not well.