Even at nine months out, you can still have problems
Have a feeling that yesterday was way Freudian. Here’s the deal - went to a lunch that was the last obligation I had to the job I departed from about two weeks ago. Ate a little bit of fajita chicken meat, nothing else. Enjoyed the luncheon - one old friend from a previous contract position, one new friend from the university where I worked until two weeks ago, and one other person from the university.
Felt fine after I got home, and ate some crackers and cheese about 2 pm. Within a half hour, I was throwing up. I continued to upchuck for the next six hours straight, pretty much. Felt much worse if I laid down, just hurting all over in the area below my ribs. Finally, about 8:30 pm, the chicken exited in almost exactly the same shape it went in. Felt better immediately. My basic mistake was, I think, not getting any kind of sauce with it, and it was just too dry.
So, why Freudian? Let’s see–had to get the last job out of my system. Couldn’t stomach what they fed me. And possibly even that someone was a chicken, as in cowardly… :) not sure who. Pick any moral of the story you want. But whatever it was, it was an ending. I can finally move on to what I’m supposed to be doing. Writing. Onward and upward!
