Ahhhh, for the last few days I have been deeply immersed in an activity that I have not indulged in for quite some time. After likewise partaking in this activity, Seinfeld stated that it was : “as good as it gets”! Anybody who watched Seinfeld on television knows what I am talking about. For the rest of you, I think I have finally suffered the last of the effects from what was likely a pretty good case of food poisoning.
So, now that the main event is over, I am left with the aftermath. That same old feeling. I feel like i have been beaten, and my innermost parts and passageways burnt. Anybody who knows what this is like (you know who you are), well, you know what this is like. Last time this happened, I went to the hospital. They tried for a few hours to get the dramatic portion of the phenomenon to cease, and then sent me home, sort of shrugging their shoulders. Excitement. At least then I had 1) someone to drive me to the hospital and 2) other people in the general area. This is one of the two worst parts of living alone. The first is that when you are sick, there is nobody else around. The second is that, even when you aren’t sick, there is nobody else around. At least I pay $450 for the privilege.
I was in the middle of writing a long diatribe about how societies standards of civility are quickly plummeting in the toilet. I was blaming it all on the way families are these days. I was trying out these ideas on my parents this weekend (mistake) and since nobody has finished a sentence in that house since 1984 (didn’t Orwell predict something special for that year), my idea is somewhat incomplete. SO instead, I decided to regale you with tales of how, when you eat poorly prepared food, and then eat way too many jelly beans, you get……… the RAINBOW effect. Sorry.