I was attacked.
I'm known for eating leftovers. That was how I was raised. We don’t throw away food. We store then we eat. I make an incredible vodka sauce and had some, unused to store. As part of a meal yesterday, I heated up the sauce and used it as a dip with some garlic roasted naan. Delicious.
Well, perhaps the sauce was in the fridge too long. I'm paying for it now. I recall a time in my life, I was much younger, where something like this would give me an excuse to not do something. To not show up. Not the case today. For some reason men have this reputation of being 'babies' when sick, certainly not me. My wife can attest to that and she is often begging me to slow down and rest. I just cant stand to be in a bed or self sufficiency being at risk.
Also, there are two little kids that can hardly comprehend that I'm not feeling well, nor do they care. So, while I've been attacked and my body is feeling and carrying after affects of eating something past its time, there is nothing that stands in the way of me and the kids.
So I come to you late this morning. With a splitting headache. Body chills. Fatigue. Dehydration. Nausea. And stomach pain. If you have any remedies that work, send them my way.
I hope this doesn’t make me weary of left overs going forward. Genuinely, I enjoy them. Maybe I’ll pay more attention to how long something has been in there for.