I think I had a wicked case of the stomach flu this weekend, but then it might have been the Black and White Cookie. Either way I am still recovering and thankfully not feeling as bad as I was on Sunday.
Sunday was bad all night long I was doing the full body heave. I have tossed my cookies before, but this time was more violent than cookie tossing that I have been involved with. I mean my stomach was doing summersaults in my gut, it was though it had taken on a life of its own. I have never had my stomach do that before nor have I remained in pain the following day after tossing my cookies. Thankfully I seem to be recovering and the day after the morning after I seem to be feeling much better.
I was wondering if it might be something that I ate but since Judy and our Nephew Adam who was visiting for the weekend both ate what I ate the chances of that were small. Thus I believe that it was a case of the latest stomach flu bug going around.
Now Judy was telling that it might be psycho-somatic but I reject that out of hand unless it was the cookie….
Seinfeld again imitates life perhaps? As I downed that Black and White Cookie I remembered that great episode from Seinfeld called The Dinner Party and as the cookie descended into my stomach and I put myself to bed I thought “no, that could never happen.” But I as I laid in my bed unable to sleep with reflux building I knew that there was a war going on in my stomach. It was as if David Duke and Louis Farrakhan were leading crusading against each other in my stomach and Stevie Wonder and Paul McCartney were not playing Ebony and Ivory. No my friends, Padre Steve’s stomach was the apocalyptic battleground of a cookie divided against itself.
I don’t want to believe that it was the cookie, or even the latest comments by Rick Santorum, but I prefer to believe that it was the impersonal action of a virus.