On Sunday I wasn’t feeling great.
Over night on Sunday, I felt like someone kicked me in the crotch. Apparently there’s very little difference between stomach cramps and being punched in the balls.
On Monday, I was completely shut down. And by completely, I mean I got up to send a couple emails, but otherwise I was out for the count.
Tina took care of me. Luckily. She felt fine enough to do that.
I had some rice and chicken for lunch and the Xeroxed that menu for dinner.
Just before lunchtime, I checked the internet for what to do about stomach cramps. The results were less than great. With stomach cramps, I could have everything from appendicitis to some kind of cancer.
I probably had nothing more than a bit of a bug, but — goddammit — the internet is the worst consultant in the world.
I would have been better off just calling my mom. She would have said, “Get some rest and eat some rice” — which I did.
Or I would have been better off asking Jesus; because no answer would have been better than having the Internet worry me that I have appendicitis … or CANCER!
The next time I get sick, no internet will be consulted.