I’ve had diarrhea for three days now. Everything was coming out liquid, and I was up every hour or so last night to relieve myself. I had some leakage once during my sleep, but otherwise, there have been no accidents. Farting is not an option, however. Swan got me some meds this morning from the pharmacy, and I’ve been fasting to deny my dysfunctional digestive system any materials to work with. Hopefully, this will pass soon.
We did an abbreviated 5K candy walk yesterday morning until the candy ran out. Swan is becoming famous in the neighborhoods we visit.
Swan was still feeling a bit hungover from the heavy drinking at the SOB, so I was on my own last night. I started with a visit to Cheap Charlies. Saw some Hash buddies and watched the sun go down.
Had an SOB coupon (buy a lady drink, get two free local drinks) so I decided to visit Alaska Club to expend it. It was a pleasant visit there as well. I did my nightcap at Wet Spot and chatted with owner Daddy Dave about my SOB judging fuckup. I told him that if my overlook of Voodoo cost them a first-place finish, I wanted to compensate the girls for their loss. He went to his office and got the results. Upon review, my voting for Voodoo (I had them ranked third) would not have changed the outcome. That was a relief.
I went home on schedule, then off to bed for a sleep-interrupted night while I peed out of my ass. I’ll be glad to put that, ahem, behind me.
There was another fire at the Kalaklan hillside cemetery yesterday:
Facebook memories included my farewell to Korea party.
In the Quora Q&A category, I have this:
Q: Where is the most British town in the USA?
A: London, Kentucky. I’ve actually been there. I told my friends I was going to London for the weekend. They were so jealous. It takes a while to get used to the accents there, though, y’all.
That answer got over four thousand views for some reason. What I remember most about London, KY was that it was in a dry county…so no beer for me on that trip.
You want humor? I’ve got some humor for you:
I’m one of the Hares tomorrow, and we marked the trail this morning. An 8K ass-kicker, compounded by this fuckin’ heat wave. So, we’ll see how the Hashers like it.
Diarrhea! That’s been my life since coming out of the hospital and restarting the Newcastle diet. You have my sympathy. As for leakage in bed: I invested in the future a couple years back and bought myself a waterproof mattress cover just in case I should wake up from a nightmare about shitting the bed and discover I’ve really just shit the bed. I know that that day is coming, and it’ll mark a new phase in my life.
And some more smiling faces
That house makes me think of Key lime pie.
Good luck to the Hashers as they do your trail.
I’m hoping this, too, shall pass. The meds I took yesterday could help. If this were the new normal for me, I would be very unhappy. But we adapt to what life throws our way, so if a waterproof bed cover is in the future, so be it.
The colors folks choose for the houses can be a bit bizarre. Still, being able to afford to paint your dwelling is practically middle class.