A Lost Fish, A Lost Day
by Ms. Babble on February 22, 2008
in My Life in General
I’m counting on every single work day I have left before I get on that plane to Israel. We can never have enough money saved. I’ve done a great job so far of budgeting for every dime I spend here in states. I’ve decided that the most important action I can take in my planning is to go with a healthy stash of cash and zero balance on credit cards. With that being said, every work day is accounted for in its contribution towards my goal.
Which made getting sick last night all the more painful.
After my first trip to the toilet, I thought maybe my tummy wasn’t happy with the fish I had the night before. An hour later, I was back on the bathroom floor. And again after two hours. And again. By 6am, work seemed out of the question along with my days pay flushing along with the meanest fish I had ever met. I stopped counting after my seventh trip to the toilet.
I suppose being stuck in bed isn’t all that bad. I got to chat with E between sprints to the john. I did some more research on Hebrew ulpans. I had a reason to call T for medical advise.
But damn it sucks losing the days pay. Excuse me while I go attempt rehydration.
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coconut water. i swear by it. rehydration in 30 seconds flat. sorry to hear about your bad fish