Nothing like being at work, when a call might come in and keep you on the phone for who knows how long, and have stomach troubles that prompt dashes to the bathroom. ('Dash' is sort of a laugh, it'd be more like a stagger. Legs are shaky and weak, and my head is edging towards dizzy.)
I deserve this though. A couple months ago I ate Burger King and had much the same reaction. I vowed never to go back. I needed lunch yesterday, so I gave them a grudging second chance. Big mistake. Somehow that sort of makes all this easier, that it's my fault. I should have known better, I *did* know better, and I'm paying for not listening to what I knew.
So cold, so achy, so shivery. Hush, stomach, all this will soon pass and things will go back to normal.