It was going to be such a nice New Year's Eve. We had reservations at Biba, my favorite Sacramento restaurant. Then, Saturday it went all horribly pear shaped. I was waylaid by SOMETHING that ruined everything. Instead, I spent New Year's Eve huddled on the recliner, in between those moments when I had to rush to the bathroom....... (Well, let's not go there.) I discovered several things:
1. A good sports drink will keep you from dying of dehydration.
2. Sometimes just hearing about food can make your stomach lurch so drastically, it leads to a mad dash to the loo.
3. Watching the CSI: Crime Scene Investigation marathon on TV, as you drift in and out of consciousness, is rather soothing. Clearly, those people on the show died of much worse things than stomach flu. (And could Gil lighten up a little?)
On New Year's Day, I ate two bananas, my first food in 48 hours. Meanwhile, Bob ate as God intended---nachos, popcorn, and a very special sandwich (more about that tomorrow).
At least I started out the new year losing weight. Priceless.
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