I'm not feeling too well at the moment. I feel kinda sick to my stomach. I don't think it's anything to worry about, but I did have a run in with everyone's favorite food posion this weekend.
Of course, there's no medical prognosis available or anything, but I think I had a bout with salmonella. I won't get into the gory details, but let's just say that it involved some raw chicken that had been in the fridge maybe a little too long...
I'll survive. Like I told my husband, I always get sick enough to be miserable, but never sick enough to miss anything. I realize I shouldn't be cursing my good health, but...
It'd be nce to sit around watching Oprah every once in a while. Guilt-free, of course...