When I cooked ground beef with baked beans last Wednesday, I took small bits of raw beef. It was a bad habit that my mother always scolded me from the day I could reach the "roof" of stove to snatch the raw beef. Well, karma came by and gave me painful cramps in my tummy few hours later after the feast.
I thought I had a gallbladder. Hernia! Oh, lord, a miscarriage of some sorts?! But it was a case of food poisoning. I thought I can handle it at work the next day. For a half-day, I could handle it. It became too worse for me to handle. So off to the apartment I went and languished in my bed. On Friday evening, it subsided. Thank God. Which is why I was unable to write up an entry or two.
I absolutely loved The DragonTales of PBS when I'm sick. It is so positive. So innocent. So cute.
Speaking of cuteness, when I walked home last Thursday at 2 PM, I saw three kids (1 boy, 2 girls) about 4 or 5 years old staring at the posters by the wall on Avenue B and East 13th Street in New York, they were staring at a movie named Touch of Pink ... the poster showed a guy smiling as another guy kissed him. I was stunned. The kids did not snicker, they were just staring at it while their mothers stood and talked with each other. I passed by them with a smile on my face. Such a hope for our future.