If you eat out as often as I do, it is only a matter of time -- you're going to get food poisoning eventually.

Mistakes happen and sometimes workers just do not care.

I have also given myself food poisoning before, the last Naches Valley fishing derby comes to mind when I left a sandwich in a cooler that wasn't cool enough.

Boy that was a rough day.

Yesterday I thought I was getting some kind of cold or something. I was so nauseous and my entire body ached. I felt fine in the morning, but I stopped for coffee and grabbed a breakfast sandwich and almost hurled at my first attempt at taking a bite. The previous day I had eaten a fast food breakfast burrito that was apparently past its prime after sitting under the lamps all morning.

I was supposed to be at Yakima Craft Brewing Co. in the evening and had lots of things planned for the afternoon.

None of them happened as planned.

I spent time in gas station bathrooms and then sleeping in my van for three hours at a Starbucks parking lot when the pain was too distracting to drive.

I escaped the station with a throbbing headache at 1:30 pm and arrived home at 5:30 pm.

I got in the shower and ran out the hot water.

After finding my pajamas that I didn't mind the coroner finding my body in, I laid in bed for a while expecting the pain and nausea to return.

The next thing I know, it is 3 a.m. and I wake up like nothing happened.

I am thirsty for sure, but I felt fine.

In the morning I roll out of bed at 8 a.m., my sister had taken my younger three to her house for a sleepover and fun. I am so thankful for my younger sister being such a great aunt.

As soon as my favorite place to get authentic Thai noodle soup, or pho, opened up I knew what I needed to get right with the world once again.

Call it a surefire way to recover from 24 hours of egg-induced hell.

Pho, satay, and drunken noodles.
Pho, satay, and drunken noodles.

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