Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Something I Ate

Either I ate something or caught it — a co-worker had the same complaint — but I spent the last weekend with what they used to call “distress of the lower tract,” known to parents of small children and camp counselors as “the trots.”  (I suppose you could call it the in-home edition of “Game of Thrones.”)

I made it through work yesterday thanks to Pepto-Bismol, but it’s still lingering and better to be safe than sorry, I’m taking the day off.

One bark on “Something I Ate

  1. The pink tablet is a miracle drug. Never be without it.
    BTW: it must be in the air . . . your poor father lost most of a day with problems in the other end of the tract.

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