Now I know why I was so tired the other day. Seems I had a little stomach bug churning around inside me, waiting to make his presence known. The evening I went hawk-watching, I saw no hawks. I came inside, ate dinner, played cards, and went to bed. Uneventful.
The next day? All hell broke loose inside my colon. The big D, and I don't mean Dallas. Today is the first day I've been out of bed to do anything besides go to the restroom. After two days, I figured I'd better go to the doctor, who wished me a happy birthday then proceeded to poke on my belly. Ow. While I was spared the humiliation of a rectal exam, I did have to "collect stool samples" and they took some blood. Now I'm on a "BRAT" diet--bananas, rice, apples, toast.
No photos today, no nothing. Not even a surprise birthday party tonight that Kat had to postpone until Sunday. At least I already got my presents.