Life as a Physicist

I am exhausted. I was probably blue. And I certainly felt like I was seeing that light at the end of the tunnel sometimes. But I stayed away!

When we take Julia out for dinner I always talk about a blast radius. Anything and everything within that radius will get destroyed. Thrown to the floor. Baby food will be dribbled on it. You name it, it will happen. Well, gentle reader, I’m happy to report that my blast radius is much much much larger than hers! It is good to be king.

It started last night. I was happily typing up emails and sorting out everything I needed to do before this morning. Suddenly I noticed my head hurt a little bit. Not much, just a little. The sort of hurt you can ignore and continue working. I did. Suddenly I noticed that it really hurt. I don’t get headaches often, but this was brewing up to be a real one. While rolling the feeling around in my head trying to judge how bad it was going to get, I noticed that my stomach was getting into the add. 10 minutes later there was no question, I stumbled into bed, and fell over. I didn’t even get undressed. And in about 20 minutes the first “blast” hit. Ick. Then, all of a sudden, it was as if I’d drunk unfiltered tap water in Mumbai (I did, accidentally. Not happy.).

I think around 2am I’d finally gone one hour without a trip to the bathroom. I had some ginger ale. By that time my body was quite dehydrated. I can’t tell you how good that tasted! I refused myself any more for about an hour to make sure my system was on the mend. But for that full hour all I did was dream about ginger ale. There is a marketing campaign in there somewhere.

I’d not been this sick in at least 10 years (cross fingers!).

It must have been something I ate. No idea what, as Paula and I were hanging out together all day Sunday. Perhaps blue cheese? The sandwich? At any rate, this morning I’m fine, but I’m so exhausted I can barely stay awake for an hour! I have a phone meeting in an hour… see you!