Just woke up from another nap, 11am here and I feel beat. I need to walk down the street and move my car so it doesn't get a ticket, I just can't do it.
Times like this, it sucks being single. On the other hand, I would not want to put someone else through witnessing this. I seriously felt sorry for my neighbors having to hear me violently puke and retch.
It's funny how everyone can remember exactly when and where they got FP. A couple of times, I've asked someone if they've ever had it. If they say, "I'm not sure", I tell them that they haven't had it.
First time was from a taco stand in Encinitas in the '80s, driving down to LaJolla to hang with Dad and family friends. It freaked them out. Someone falling ill and vomiting is one thing, retching one's brains out for hours is entirely another.
Second time was in 2005 while driving from New England to Montreal for F1. We stopped in what was actually a beautiful restaurant in Montpelier, VT. I had a steak which was delicious. Two of the women ordered oysters, a half dozen to an order. They raved about how good they were, so I ate two, one from each bowl. I got the bad oyster. No one else get sick and I spent the night and next day in the bathroom of the B&B we stayed in. What an awful trip. It was also east coast hot and humid, I wanted to die. I'll never eat another oyster or shell fish again in my life.
Third time from a tuna sandwich from a place I still go, really great gourmet sandwich place. Just bad luck. Haven't had the tuna since.
And today.