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Better, thank the gods.
16 years ago
Well, as I loathe leaving things on a low note, I figure I should mention my recovery.
My Sunday journal of abject misery gave way into a Monday of a generally off-put feeling and slight tummy-upset. I spent most of the day faintly queasy and not at all myself.
That all changed in what is for me the strangest turn-around I have experienced in my life.
Between the hours of 7 PM and 9 PM Eastern Standard Time, the feeling simply faded, bit by bit yet noticeably. I wasn't TOO sure, though. Nonetheless, my roomies offered me some of the leftovers from the BBQ ribs and chicken they had lunched upon. It had to go, and by Tuesday morn it was going in the garbage.
Figuring that anything I wasted would end up in the garbage anyway, I set myself out something I conceived would be generally good to pick at for a few hours: a huge chunk of chicken, indeed nearly half a bird, and two rather hefty BBQ ribs.
I heated this up in the microwave at approximately 10 PM. Sitting down to nosh, for a short time I lost myself to the flavor, which felt incredibly intense and delicious after nearly three days of naught but water. When I looked up, it was 10:15, and every single thing on my plate had vanished.
Yes, vanished. All that remained were bones and some inedible gristle.
Now, I am NOT a swift eater, mind you. Indeed, I am usually the first to sit and the last to stand at any given meal. Thus, this came as a surprise to me, having eaten what in the best of health I would normally consider a good 45 minute meal in 15 minutes. What shocked me still more was my tummy still grumbled for more. I did sate this on another two ribs, though of smaller size, leaving little to be thrown away in the morn.
Aside from shock at my sheer rapaciousness, I am thankfully now sure of my health, for I couldn't be ill with THAT form of monster appetite.
I still think my mini-foxes must have raided my food when I blinked, but Kumi tells me no. I think she also blames me for not sharing...
So, for once good news.
I think I've also exceeded my Journal Quota for the year. I'm not normally this chattery.
Happy Thanksgiving to all. May it find you and your families well.
Yours,
Mika Kyubi
Kitsune-at-Large
My Sunday journal of abject misery gave way into a Monday of a generally off-put feeling and slight tummy-upset. I spent most of the day faintly queasy and not at all myself.
That all changed in what is for me the strangest turn-around I have experienced in my life.
Between the hours of 7 PM and 9 PM Eastern Standard Time, the feeling simply faded, bit by bit yet noticeably. I wasn't TOO sure, though. Nonetheless, my roomies offered me some of the leftovers from the BBQ ribs and chicken they had lunched upon. It had to go, and by Tuesday morn it was going in the garbage.
Figuring that anything I wasted would end up in the garbage anyway, I set myself out something I conceived would be generally good to pick at for a few hours: a huge chunk of chicken, indeed nearly half a bird, and two rather hefty BBQ ribs.
I heated this up in the microwave at approximately 10 PM. Sitting down to nosh, for a short time I lost myself to the flavor, which felt incredibly intense and delicious after nearly three days of naught but water. When I looked up, it was 10:15, and every single thing on my plate had vanished.
Yes, vanished. All that remained were bones and some inedible gristle.
Now, I am NOT a swift eater, mind you. Indeed, I am usually the first to sit and the last to stand at any given meal. Thus, this came as a surprise to me, having eaten what in the best of health I would normally consider a good 45 minute meal in 15 minutes. What shocked me still more was my tummy still grumbled for more. I did sate this on another two ribs, though of smaller size, leaving little to be thrown away in the morn.
Aside from shock at my sheer rapaciousness, I am thankfully now sure of my health, for I couldn't be ill with THAT form of monster appetite.
I still think my mini-foxes must have raided my food when I blinked, but Kumi tells me no. I think she also blames me for not sharing...
So, for once good news.
I think I've also exceeded my Journal Quota for the year. I'm not normally this chattery.
Happy Thanksgiving to all. May it find you and your families well.
Yours,
Mika Kyubi
Kitsune-at-Large
And yes, I imagine not eating anything for three days would make one a swift eater.
And thank you, dear.
Thanks, hon!
So am I, dear heart, so am I.