I experienced an exorcism last nite and it wasn’t pretty. On the way home from work yesterday, a few co-workers and I decided to stop in a ‘curry and rice’ shop, Japan’s answer to Indian curry. Normally I am a huge fan, but something just didn’t taste right with my dish and I struggled through it. I basically scraped the plate clean though, which is really disturbing considering that I didn’t like it at all; old habits die hard.
When I got home I was feeling pretty nasty and, after a shower, decided to go to bed (it was around 9;40pm). At exactly 12am, just like in the old fairy tales, my dream was over. My stomach gave me “the” signal to hit the rest room…and fast! I had the ‘chills’ all nite and heaved up my very soul in order to rid myself of that awe-full curry.
It’s amazing how fragile we humans are. Two days ago I was full of youthful vigor and then, just like that, I was a shivering mess. To compound matters, I just moved some of my things to the new apartment, which, while nice, reeks of fresh paint and just feels a little odd. It may be due to my present condition, but this move may have been a mistake.
I apologize for the sour note. It has not been a pleasant 24 hours. I will end with something I was telling my good friend, Russell recently. Health is by no means guaranteed, so when you are feeling ‘normal,’ consider yourself lucky and milk it for all it’s worth; tomorrow is not promised to us.
*(A picture of curry and rice, though not “THE” curry and rice that gave me food poisoning (><)