I've got a strong immune system and I'm not one to cash in the sick days. My illnesses are few and far between, but when I'm hit, I can't but help to thank the world, or god or whomever, that I am not debilitated for more than a few days.
I got my second bit of food poisoning last night. Just in time to ring in spring, I was vomiting all the last bits in my stomach into the wee hours of the night. I suppose it's a fitting ritual in a way. Physically ridding myself of poison, just like I've been ridding my life of poisoning people and heavy stones in the last week.
It's not a easy experience, and my bowels and psyche writhe as the poison is processed most unpleasantly. I'd rather die than be sick. But I have to remember, when the poison is gone and my health and effervescent returns, I've got the best projects and activities to do. So, it's just riding out the bumpy part of the ride.
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