OK, I was sick last week. I mean sick. All week. Really sick. Everything I ate went right through me. I don’t see why I didn’t cut out the middleman and just flushed the food straight down the porcelain throne. I ate nothing for four days.

It is amazing but Gatorade tastes bad even when you are really really hungry

But this is not really the point of my rant. Noting I was looking a little green about the gills, my caring and compassionate boss inquired about my health. I explained the situation, glossing over the details of my stomach bug, briefly describing the nausea vague feeling of malaise I was having. She clucked her tongue and proceeded to tell me the list of things that was wrong with her (OK, she is one sick puppy but I already know, she makes me call in her pharmacy orders remember), with in depth descriptions of her symptoms and what happens when she eats certain foods.

Great

Thank you.

Please don’t share anymore.

But it gets better. She then says, “I am hungry, do you think it will make you feel nauseous to order me lunch?”

News from the last post…..we are no longer taking the big green pill.