Yesterday I drove to far Eastern Oklahoma, did not plan well (I forget there are still places where you don't have 10 restaurants per square foot) and ended up breaking my road rule-Never buy Chicken at a Gas Station/Truck stop.
I vomited for a full 100 miles, came home, went to bed, and vomited for half the night. It was one of those mysterious illnesses where output far exceeds what went in in the first place.
I brought home a new animal, who is nameless at this point. Yesterday I called him "hyena" for all the wailing he was doing. A few minutes ago he started again and Oliver screamed "AWK MURDER!!!!" which made me laugh till I cried.
Today liquids are staying down so I am calling me on the mend.