The other night, we got Thai take-out from the "authentic" Thai place that actually makes the food spicy when you ask for it. I don't remember the name of the thing I got, but I was feeling adventurous and bored with my regular Massaman Curry thing, so I got what is essentially crab fried rice.
Friends, this is a really, really, REALLY bad idea. Realllly bad idea.
I spent yesterday feeling a bit "off" and then woke up at 1AM this morning literally exploding. After an hour of one end shooting fire, the other end got into it and now I'm sitting here all woozy and dehydrated and shaky, alternating between sweating and goosebumps.
What's-His-Name stepped up like a champ and took WeePiglet to camp today, which was nice of him. I only had to exaggerate my pain a little, because I am actually, really, and truly not feeling good. I've found that if I take tiny sips of water, they will stay put, so that's my plan for the morning.
Can you please send me love and gifs?