Visit Summary for MR#z75837112
Severe attack of stomach pains caused me to leave work early to rest and maybe see a doctor. This is a continuation of yesterday's Greek poisoning, Dale kept yelling at me for eating Greek, I probably won't for a while. Back home I make an appointment for late afternoon. Rest a bit, feel a lot better but still walk over to the hospital for the visit. After prodding, blood pressure and urinalysis the good doc finds nothing wrong and sends me off to return for a general visit in about a month. Dinner of large hot tea, pineapple guava juice and a smart looking macaroon. Back home for more rest.
Monday, May 05, 2003
Sunday, May 04, 2003
Last Opera
Left work early to attend the final opera performance of the season, La Boheme. First time I have seen this supposedly most beloved of operas. Nice composition and voices, but I found myself nodding off and generally uninterested, maybe I need to sit through this one again in the future. Not nearly as well done as the Cinderella production earlier in the season. Decide to attend opening day of local Greek food festival, wait in line about forty minutes of so, tanned senior citizen couple in front of me kept doting over the several small children young family behind me, the small children kept poking me in the back despite their Mother's warnings. When I finally get to the food counter I load up with Greek chicken and rice, green beans and feta salad. Easily find an empty table where I can inhale in peace. When finished with the main event, I approach the desert line to get fine Greek pastries to go, most are unpronounceable but look yummy. Boxed up and paid, I run off to local coffee shack to continue the eatathon. Nice boy at counter automatically biggie sizes my coffee and I hole up in empty table to sip and eat Grecian baked beauties. Burrrpp, done I find myself with a abrupt tummy ache. Why am I surprised? I ate a whole bunch, maybe its Byzantine food poisoning, repayment for my past alliances with the Turks. Perhaps I'll self-combust in a ball of Greek Fire. After a little horizontal rest I feel better...I don't think my cast iron stomach is as cast iron as it was before.
Left work early to attend the final opera performance of the season, La Boheme. First time I have seen this supposedly most beloved of operas. Nice composition and voices, but I found myself nodding off and generally uninterested, maybe I need to sit through this one again in the future. Not nearly as well done as the Cinderella production earlier in the season. Decide to attend opening day of local Greek food festival, wait in line about forty minutes of so, tanned senior citizen couple in front of me kept doting over the several small children young family behind me, the small children kept poking me in the back despite their Mother's warnings. When I finally get to the food counter I load up with Greek chicken and rice, green beans and feta salad. Easily find an empty table where I can inhale in peace. When finished with the main event, I approach the desert line to get fine Greek pastries to go, most are unpronounceable but look yummy. Boxed up and paid, I run off to local coffee shack to continue the eatathon. Nice boy at counter automatically biggie sizes my coffee and I hole up in empty table to sip and eat Grecian baked beauties. Burrrpp, done I find myself with a abrupt tummy ache. Why am I surprised? I ate a whole bunch, maybe its Byzantine food poisoning, repayment for my past alliances with the Turks. Perhaps I'll self-combust in a ball of Greek Fire. After a little horizontal rest I feel better...I don't think my cast iron stomach is as cast iron as it was before.