Only a couple hours into my 30′s (2am on Saturday, July 14, my birthday) and I was woken to a series of miserable stomach cramps. Finally I do what my body is begging and upchuck a bit into the can. That sufficed for an hour or so, but now the cramps are back and my entire body would be better off dead.
This time I’m going in and I’m getting it ALL out…
There.
Better, but not good. My lower back is on fire and there is no pain meds to be found in the cabin. What the heck is wrong? Kidney stones? Appendix? … The fish!
I now regret the decision to buy frozen fish. The fish that tasted so good even though I had technical difficulties with the oven and could only bake at 400 degrees, not at 475 as the directions specified.
But I baked it for five extra minutes and even microwaved it for a minute… Apparently that did not suffice.
So what did I get for my thirtieth birthday???
Food poisoning?
No.
I got a wife that was smart enough to not eat the fish I prepared so she could take care of me for three days while I was half dead with food poisoning.
Best gift ever.
Hey, look at it this way… at least you haven’t had to deal with an infected throat swollen so badly that you can barely breathe, and that made the doctors go “whoa.” In a related story, I love science and its magical pills to make me better.
Happy B-day, Paul! My brother celebrates his 31st today (17th).
Oh man, bro, that’s rough. Glad you had Jana there. I didn’t realize it was your birthday. Happy Belated 30th, bro! We’ll have to celebrate next time I’m out there.