April 18, 2010
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Food Poisoning And The Beast…Pray For Me
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
I was awakened at 5:30 am with the sound of distressed moaning and the unmistakable sound of vomiting. I was spared the Beast’s moaning and groaning when he suffered from some loose stool an hour or so earlier. He got pissed at me because HE said it was food poisoning from the shrimp or something he ate from Captain D’s. He had gone and brought us home shrimp dinners from there. I am unaffected so I told him that you usually suffer symptoms within an hour or so. That’s why he got pissed.So, I got on the *intertubes* as Bratfink calls it and went to several sites to check on his symptoms. I had no idea that there were so many different types of food poisoning!
When I thought about why *I* didn’t have it (since I am pretty sure we ate the same things), I went past his recliner on the way into my computer room and realized he ate something that I only tasted. Some *poppers*, they are called. You know what I mean. Little breaded treats made with some kind of cheese (these had a cream cheese, I believe) and some jalapeno pepper. He ate a whole little container full of them. Now I figured that since I didn’t have any discomfort or distress in my digestive system, it MUST be that upsetting his. I could be wrong but you know MEN. They are rotten patients and my life is going to be miserable today. I’m writing this to let you know that he is going to be whining and demanding since *he’s sick….* And you know them. NO ONE HAS EVER SUFFERED THE WAY HE IS SUFFERING! He will probably make me sick just with his moaning and groaning and demands.
Oh, they won’t be DEMANDS, per se. They will be whines, which I hate! But I’m bound to develop a migraine by the end of the day so please forgive me if I don’t get another post up until it’s actually Monday and not Sunday night.
Pray for me as I gird myself for the battle ahead. Love you all.
