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Yesterday evening my wife ate some of the previous day’s curry. I had had it for a couple of meals and was a bit concerned that we’d left it out on the hob overnight and I didn’t want to get food poisoning ahead of a busy weekend, so I had bacon and eggs, using up some bacon that I’d bought on Tuesday. That had to be still OK right? As I was cooking it my wife said that there was a bit of an unusual smell and I noticed it too, but I dismissed it as being from the curry or maybe the oil. It was sort of lemony. It wasn’t terrible. And sure enough once cooked, the bacon tasted great. So there were no worries there.
Except that this morning at about 4 I woke up with a bit of a stomach ache and feeling nauseous. Things were not as bad as that time in Ipswich on my birthday, but it was similar. I didn’t feel awful but every now and again I had to go to the bathroom and there was some vomiting. As usual the anticipation of the vomit was much worse than the reality. It made me feel much better. But there was no doubt that I had good poisoning and no one else did and I should have listened to my wife about the bacon. But then she won’t eat bacon because she cares too much about pigs, so what does she know? Any belief system that doesn’t let you eat bacon is clearly insane. That should be the test of it.
This was a disaster for me though. Although I wasn’t wiped out I was very fragile and not able to eat much and kept needing to go to bed, but I had an AIOTM audio script to write and an AIOTM video script to learn. I couldn’t afford to be ill and weirdly, unless I’ve wiped it from my brain, this never happened in the original series. I think there were plenty of times when I was mentally unbalanced and certainly tired but I was always able to work overnight and get stuff finished. Today I was lucky to get a few pages done.
Maybe tomorrow I will be better and able to knock something off in the morning and it’s not vital that we even do the extra audio episode, certainly not at the expense of my health. But it was a stupid and annoying thing to happen.
My team are great and we will knock something together. I hope I am well enough to do the video script justice. We’re working on such tight margins that there’s no way we can afford to take the day off and reschedule. The show must go on.
I was upstairs convalescing with our cat Liono. She is unfortunately pretty serious ill at the moment - we knew this was a possibility when we got her from Battersea, she and her brother had been badly treated by an unscrupulous breeder and his attempts to get the perfect cat had left Smithers deaf and Liono with a heart defect. It’s been a shitty year for the world, but we’ve had quite a few personal sorrows to deal with and losing Liono will be a real punch in the gut.
She’s always been a shy and slightly nervous cat - I am sure because of whatever happened to her before she came to us - and has never been one for jumping up on laps. But this evening as I lay in bed trying to summon up the energy to write some stuff about CJ from Eggheads, she jumped on to the bed and lay on my lap. She’s really hardly (if ever) done that. It was moving, but I worried that she has psychic cat powers and this meant that she had detected cancer in me. It’s more likely that she was cold and I was warm. But then that could have been down to the cancer. Hopefully we’re not saying goodbye yet (either way) but it was a sweet thing to happen.
I was much better off when I had no one to love and thus no one to miss when things went wrong. My wife has brought all these creatures into my home (including herself) so now I am frantically worried all the time. Love sucks a big dog’s cock.
I am hopeful that my stomach upset is a passing thing and that I will be better and well rested by tomorrow. But with that and another RHLSTP I have a lot to get through if I am not well.
And only death would be an acceptable excuse for not turning up.
Here’s hoping the cat isn’t psychic.
