Because Who Doesn't Like French Fries???

I just spent two solid days in bed.  I have probably only been awake for a grand total of six hours in the past 48.  Stomach flu: 1.  Tawni: 0… okay, Tawni: 0.5… I did at least get to catch up on some How I Met Your Mother and (it's my guilty pleasure) Hart of Dixie, which, P.S. apparently they’re discontinuing after this season.  Unacceptable!

The topic of being sick brings me to my next subject of discussion: French fries.  Weird progression of talking points?  Debatable.  Ever since I was a little kid, whenever I was sick, my Mom would suggest French fries as the remedy.  And for some reason, they always cured whatever was ailing me (placebo effect?  I think yes).  Case in point, when you’re 10 years-old and decide – after being told explicitly not to – to ride down the stairs in a sleeping bag, and end up with a concussion and trip to the ER, those French fries the next day cured both the bruise on your brain you sustained, and your wounded pride (it’s embarrassing, even at 10 years-old, to have to be carried into the ER because your stupidity resulted in an inability to walk, or even really talk).  So what did I want as soon as my appetite returned this time around?  French fries, of course.  And, might I add, they were AWESOME!

Also, I have come to realize that 100 should not be within the realm of “normal” for an adult heart rate.  Mine has been sitting nicely at 85-95 these past couple of days (yes, I’ve been keeping track of my own heart rate, it’s probably a nurse thing), and I’ve felt terrible!  Kind of like my chest might explode a little bit.  To this end, I have come to the conclusion that we should change the normal values to be 50-80.  All in favor, say “I,” all not in favor, feel free to keep your mouths shut.

Alright, so because this blog post is probably the most random I’ve yet to write (blame it on the Nyquil), and I’m sure you’re all ready to gouge your eyeballs out with spoons, I’ll wrap this up.  Here’s to only one more Nyquil night (hopefully), and the placebo effect of French fries.  May I always remember that there’s nothing better than sleep and food!