I think that the ultimate injury someone like me can suffer is a virus in the gut.
Seriously, I feel like I am being punished or something. After three days of unmentionable gastric distress I FINALLY went to the doctor.
Let me just say that I have the best doctor. I love her. She is no-nonsense, very matter of fact, and always willing to go with less medicine rather than more. I can't say enough nice things about her.
Anyway, Doc said that I ought to stick with the B.R.A.T. diet for a few days and take some Kaopectate.
If you don't know what the B.R.A.T. diet is, let me enlighten you. It is the Boring, Repetitious, And Tedious diet.
No, no, I am kidding. It's the I-hate-my-life-right-now-diet. In other words it is the Banana, Rice, Applesauce, Toast diet. I feel like a toddler.
It hasn't had much affect yet. Last night I had some rice and applesauce. And today I was very B.R.A.T. virtuous until about lunchtime when I went out with the Evil Twin for her Happy Birthday lunch at the Haley House where I promptly fell right off the B.R.A.T. wagon. We split a delicious mozzarella, tomato, and pesto grilled sandwich, a chocolate chip cookie the size of sis's face, and jasmine tea.
The tea was about the only virtuous thing on the list.
And honestly I really thought I would get away with it. But no. Sadly by 6pm Monsieur Le Virusse was back with a vengeance.
So, never say die, I made some very plain chicken and Rice soup. But Monsieur Le Virusse didn't appreciate the chicken part of the soup. And banished me back a la toilette for my effrontery.
I guess this means that starting riiiiiiiiiiiiight..........................now I will try much harder to stick to the stupid B.R.A.T. diet for a few more days.
Just until I can finally banish Monsieur Le Virusse once and for all!
Oh - and another thing. Kaopectate is vile stuff.