On the morning of the third day of my food poisoning adventure, I awoke and… Ok, “I awoke” is clearly wrong as I hadn’t been sleeping so much as lying there wondering why the clock was moving so slowly, in between Flash-like speed on my trips to the bathroom. So let me rephrase that:
Stick awoke and asked me how long my fingernails had been blue. It was the final straw in our decision to go to the hospital.
“Should I bring my camera?” Stick asked, as we got ready to leave for the hospital.
“Why would you do that? If my mom sees me like this, she’ll freak out!”
“You know, so you can blog about it later.”
