It is always glorious recovering from illness. Recovering from food poisoning feels doubly so.
Thursday night I walked home, and within an hour I was in bed. The rest of the night was horrible, and I haven't ever expelled that much material from my body is such a short amout of time. I was close to calling an ambulance.
Fortunately I was able to rehydrate. The next day was sore and uncomfortable, as I tried to get good down. I swallowed two bowls of soup and ginger ale, and that slowly de-soured my stomach.
This morning I am still sore and tired, but not anything like Thursday night. Still gonna take it easy, though. And hopefully give Susan a break from single-parenting.