Lack of Intestinal Fortitude

I know other writers have phrased this better than I, but, unfortunately, it's the crappy stuff that happens to you that makes you really appreciate the good.

This thought was rattling around my head last night as I sat and paid homage to the porcelain goddess.

At first, I thought it was food poisoning...again. But, at 4:30 a.m., I decided there was probably something more to it than that.

I was sacked out on the couch while Mr. Ginley rummaged through the kitchen cupboards in search of the Imodium A-D I was absolutely, positively certain I'd bought sometime in the last year. Or so. Then I remembered something about our son maybe taking it with him to school. The rummaging continued, as Mr. Ginley called out a litany of useless drugs and their mostly-expired dates.

At 6:00 a.m., I arose once again to do what was necessary, then consulted my favorite faux doctor, the Google, to see what I could do until a trip to the drug store was possible. I was told to nibble on a salty cracker and sip water.

Neither of those stayed around for long.

So here I am, woozy and rumbly. There will be no cat duty for me this morning. Hopefully, it's nothing contagious that I'm going to pass to Mr. Ginley.

And later, when things settle down, I'm going to remember to send up a big thanks for my overall fine health. In spite of the achy knees, acid reflux and occasional illness, I know I've got it really good.

Sorry, gotta go!