If someone had informed me ahead of time about the issue of extreme fatigue after food poisoning, I'd not have signed up. My goodness. From what I've read online, this is normal, but it doesn't make it any easier.
So I wake up with grand notions of what I want to get done, then put that list away and putter along. Most things aren't getting accomplished, and I guess the important stuff is. Like eating. I am still fixing dinner. And oddly enough, Gary and I have been able to eat throughout this whole mess. Dusting isn't important, and neither is getting the front flower beds cleaned out. Sorta pokey around these parts. I think the kids are a bit startled at seeing me bumble along, looking tired and worn. I just never knew the healing part would be like this. Never really paid attention to anyone I've known who's had food poisoning, figuring they threw up a lot, went to the bathroom a lot and then 'bingo' they were healed. Well, I was wrong.
Plod, plod, plod. Lots of time spent thinking about stuff. Guess sometimes that's a good thing.
Now go wash your hands.
