Good Afternoon, Kittens.
I am back at work (yay) after an exciting day off yesterday.
How exciting was it? Let's see ... I woke up yesterday morning feeling a little out of sorts. And that's when the explosive liquid poo started. Plus vomit. Joy. Needless to say, I called out sick.
And, this was my day:
1. sleep in bed.
3. sleep on sofa.
Sometimes, just to mix it up, I'd reverse the order: Sofa, bathroom, bed.
Around 4PM, I decided to have some veggie broth. Tasty.
Later that evening, my parents called with sad news. My 39-year-old cousin had a stroke and died. Pretty shocking. And he leaves behind a 13-year-old son. Poor kid. I can't say I'm all that torn up about it because (1) I'm not close with that side of the family and (2) I'm an insensitive, unfeeling bastard.
This morning, I felt better (not 100%, but well enough to come to work). As I was getting ready for work, I had a shocking realization. The last time I was visited by the Explosive Poo Monster was the day of my Uncle's funeral five (maybe 6) years ago. and, now, on the day my cousin dies, the Same. Thing. Happens!
Apparently, my Secret Super Power has been revealed: Explosive Poo at the Death of a Relative.
I can't say I'm overly pleased.
And with that mental image, enjoy the rest of your day.