E@L hid a mildly funny line about nasi padang being "indigestion with rice" in the acronym css tag in yester-evening 's post - you had to roll your mouse over it to see.
As punishment for this flippancy, E@L was up and down all night with the chucks and the squitters. His already large tummy is rigid and bloated even more. And pain. Spasms are still running across his mesentery. Lumpy hard areas of gaseous distended small bowel are poking out in weird places. And the muscle ache from all the vomiting...
Oooohhhh. Back to bed. Could this be a bowel obstruction coming? Have some toxic particles in the eggplant curry infarcted something important?
This would mean an operation and eventual premature and tragic death.
Or else a really BIG LIQUIDY FART.
Enjoy your lunch.
And in the insanity and other-wordliness that this illness inflicted on E@L in the dark depths of night was this weirdest sensation.
Somehow his bed was the Internet... As he tossed around he went from site to site. Words were people , but they were still words and still people as well.
E@L is going back to bed, hopefully not to that though...
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
Was this the Revenge of the Rendang? :p
Maybe the taxi-driver slipped me something transdermally on the change?
Still can't eat. Slept till 6pm. Headache. Pretty much normal for a Sunday but not a Tuesday.
Eww... Maybe you should take a couple of charcoal tablets to absorb the toxins?