I did, and perhaps I still do have food poisoning, the symptoms have slowed down.
Hubby reminded me what I experienced years ago was not food poisoning but carbon monoxide poisoning on board our Bayliner cutty with my cousins, the retired teachers.
It attained the same ills reaction, and until it was out of all our systems we were expelling all that nastiness!
And then we were fine. That was when we lived on the other coast of Florida we had gone to Silver Springs for the day until that happened all was lovely!
Another horrid similar experience was when I was nineteen years old flying home from our college class' European trip... someone gave us the wrong bottled water and we, my entire class of over twenty girls had dysentery on a seven-hour flight from Lisbon to NYC! I believe we were given paregoric, which is still not approved here.
I was sick for about six weeks after.
It was a wonderful trip a reward from my parents for me making Dean's List.
Our art history professor and his wife were our chaperones.
We arrived in Shannon Ireland and went to Dublin from there and from there to London and me and a classmate took a side trip to St. Andrews Scotland a beautiful mystical place. Then back to London, and then off to Paris and Versailles, Amsterdam in the Netherlands, Barcelona Spain, Lisbon Portugal! And that my friends were fifty-two years ago, I think about it as if it were yesterday!
Odd about those memories including the bad ones.
So yesterday, and today I once again have been experiencing that horrible type of GI tract disorder I suppose that is the trigger for those other memories.
Strange the way my mind works.
And so, we must go, for now ...
I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,...some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but...as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.
Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020.
I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?
Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, it could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!
Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!
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