Man, that came on fast....
We were out to see Los Lobos on Sunday night. They did a great show, playing a mostly acoustic first set, and then settling in for their trademark electric on the second. During the encore, which started with a roaring "One Way Out" (the Allman Brothers version), my stomach starting knotting up. By the time I got out the door, it was boiling. I don't know how I made it home on the subway, but I dove right into bed and spent a very, very uncomfortable night.
Food poisoning? Stomach flu? Who the f*ck knows.
Monday I was in a stupor most of the day: I shuffled between the bathroom and trying to keep down some liquids, diving back into bed, the radio in the background the entire day.
For some odd reason, I decided I should at least go out for a walk, get some fresh air and maybe stand upright for a while. I thought I would walk to the park (2 blocks away), set awhile and walk back. I barely made it around the block.
Recovery is slow: 2 days later my stomach is still jumpy and I'm putting out lots of juicy farts....
it's a slog, but I'm making it back.