I’d finally gotten through a night without an ache or upset stomach waking me and felt good enough to go to Mimi’s and begin the process of winterizing the house. I spent the morning and early afternoon doing reasonably easy physical tasks like moving furniture, raking leaves, hauling and spreading top soil and emptying wheelbarrows. Though not 100%, it seemed to be the activity level I could perform without adverse effects.
I followed this by attending and photographing Jason’s rugby match, envious that all these people could be running around while I was forced to the sidelines. Just beyond the playing field were the woods I used to run, hike and perform the Survival Workout...and gather errant golf balls. I was hoping to feel well enough to attempt a workout, but my stomach pains continued and I was beginning to wonder about their origin. I was pretty certain it was the meal I’d eaten Thursday night, but now it was a day and a half later and I was still feeling it. I returned home after the match and elected not to eat any dinner...a sure sign that something terrible was happening in my gut. I turned in early hoping for better results the following morning.
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