I thought you could.
Yesterday I had three back-to-back clients. I’ve never done this before, and decided that except for the fact that I need to be able to change the table linens between clients and have a few minutes to breathe, this went well.
I had had a light breakfast: two pieces of toast, a cup of yogurt, and a small chunk of cheese, with a cup of coffee. When I got home, I had another cup of yogurt, then dashed out the door to see “Milk” with my Australian friends, Mike and Richard. And yes, I hadn’t seen it up until this point, so sue me; I’ve been busy.
Perhaps because I had only a few weeks ago watched “The Times of Harvey Milk” on hulu.com, the movie didn’t move me to tears the way many people have described. Yes, I think it’s a wonderful piece of film making, but I don’t think it’s going to win Best Picture this coming weekend. There were just too many weak spots in it. But I did enjoy it quite a bit.
When the movie was done, I said goodbye to Mike and Richard, and went and found Frank and Jim Billy, who were also in attendance at the theater. Frank and I dropped Jim Billy off at his place, then went to the Parakeet Loungue, but it was dead, so we headed to the Hole in the Wall, where the bartender introduced me to Zwack, a Hungarian liqueur with an herbal digestif sort of sense to it. It’s kind of like Jaegermeister, but the tongue is more open and there are citrus and cinnamon and anise and other herbs in it. It was delightful on the rocks, though, and I drank it with relish.
But it was last call, and Frank had found his friend, Jerome, sitting at the end of the bar with some other fellow, and we all exchanged pleasantries. As is Frank’s habit, he offered Jerome a ride back to his hotel. It turns out that Jerome is staying with a friend of his on Market Street, and did we all want to go to Orphan Andy’s for some breakfast? I went along, not planning on eating anything, but had a slice of pecan pie with vanilla ice cream. This was a bad idea.
I got home around 03:00 and stripped off my clothes and went to bed. About an hour later, I was wakened with horrible acid reflux and an overwhelming urge to use the bathroom. It’s weird, because my stomach wasn’t full, and I hadn’t eaten very much at all during the day, so this uncomfortably full sensation was a bit of a mystery to me. Nevertheless, every fifteen or twenty minutes for the rest of the night, I was madly climbing down my loft bed’s ladder and dashing into the bathroom. These symptoms went on throughout the entire day, so I was careful about what I ate and kept drinking water to maintain hydration.
Somewhere around 18:00 tonight, my stomach finally stopped with the hyperactivity, and I ate some bean and rice burritos. My guts don’t seem to be churning like a skulling team across the lake, and I’m just feeling tired and ready for bed.
This is my least favorite type of illness. Ick.
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