I have been off work since Tuesday with food poisoning, even though I actually got the food poisoning last Thursday night. I don’t think I can ever eat John’s octopus and white bean salad again, although I enjoyed it at the time. I bought the octopus at about 7pm from the fishmongers and we cooked it straight away, so we guess that it must have been mishandled in someway by them. Bugger.
Through some weird, misplaced (and doubtless unappreciated) sense of duty, I dragged myself in to work on Friday (no doubt looking like shit) and again on Monday. The closest I have come to eating a proper meal was last night when I had a small piece of boiled chicken and some boiled white rice; unfortunately, I over estimated what my body could cope with and it went straight through me. I go to the doctor again tonight to get some pathology results, and if it proves to be food poisoning, hopefully he will the prescribe me some antibiotics.
Minni has also been to the vet twice this week as she has been vomitting and fur-balling constantly. The vet seemed to think it was a combination of having very thick hair and moulting heavily as well as having fleas and worms. We’ve de-fleaed and wormed all the cats, and John has taken Minni to the vet again today to get her shaved. Poor little petal. The other cats will make fun of her.