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9:19am on Thursday, 2nd February, 2017:
I went to bed on Monday evening feeling as if I had indigestion coming on, and spent all of Tuesday with a somewhat uncomfortable stomach ache that was accompanied by occasional short bursts of weirdness suring which a random part of my body would feel cold and clammy and my blood pressure seemed to drop. Yesterday the ache had gone, but I still had the short bursts of weirdness. They knocked the stuffing out of me on both days: as soon as I got home from work I went to sleep for an hour, they were quite exhausting.
This morning I'm fine, so clearly it was caused by something I ate. Ah, but what?
Hmm, so what did I consume on Monday? Cups of tea, the usual breakfast, nothing special in the evening ... oh I did eat quite a lot of Thornton's Special Toffee, but it probably wasn't that (or at least I hope it wasn't as I'm eating some more right now). What did I have for lunch? It was at the university and ...
... oh. Merely bringing it to mind initiates such a sense of ugh! that I really don't have to look any further. Pasta twists with peas and so-called gammon in a carbonara sauce: it was YOU!
It's great how the body knows these things. It's not so great that it has to tell you by communicating through a feeling of overwhelming disgust, but hey, at least I won't be eating that stuff again for a while.
I did think at the time that even though mine was the last serving in the tray, the server should maybe not have given me every last loose piece of pasta he could scrape from it.
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