Thursday, October 18, 2018

Thursday, bad chicken

     Well I think we figured out what is causing the puppy to get sick. I had some chicken cooked on Monday.  It was always in the fridge when we were not eating it, but  I grabbed the last two pieces for lunch yesterday and I could only eat one, which is unusual  for me. It just was not appealing.    I was kind of achy all day, but chalked that up to arthritis. Taught dance and I needed to go to JoAnns, but I just came home and laid on the sofa.  Hubs had made a big salad and I was going to eat some he also ate the last piece of chicken.  In about an hour Hub's got sick and he never gets sick like that.  I can think of maybe 5 times in 40 years that I have seen him throw up.  I am starting to get chills and I could not eat so I just went to sleep on sofa.  Hubs went to bed.  I woke up at 2 a.m. and dry heaved for a couple of hours.  It was not fun at all.  Sweaty, cold, hot sweaty freezing.   We were a pair.   So now we believe it was the chicken.   We had been feeding pup skin and scraps from said chicken.

     We are all much better today.Lest you think my shop is not out of control here are a few pictures of the mess.   It just trails through.  Mostly zipper replacements and motorcycle gear. A couple of wedding dress, dress blues.   More and more comes in and I am trying to smile and keep muddling through. What a mess, but I am working on it.


Here is the plastic bread bag rug I finished.  The more they are walked on the bigger and flatter they get. I am hoping the oval one I am working on will turn out better.  I just used stitches I knew and I think one of them caused some rippling.  But as  first time experiment it turned out fine.

So now I have to go and try to kick through as many items as possible in my shop.  No rest for the wicked or me.  But as the Bostonian's say, "I am wicked smaht".

Have a great and productive day staying positive while you are in the negative.

Kim

19 comments:

  1. Oh gosh - sorry you got sick. Food poisoning is the worst.
    The shop looks the place of a creative genius!
    Hope you feel better

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    1. Well a creative mess that is for sure. It was either this or a mad scientist.

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  2. I ate the last piece of a batch of chicken I cooked, hoping against hope it was not one day too old. Hope was not enough. I had both ends going for two days. Nowadays, I freeze two breasts when it comes out of crockpot. I am wary of any cooked more than two days before. My episode left me overly cautious. I offered Tommy/efbf some chicken cooked a few days before. He said he would pass on it after my episode.

    I am glad you figured it out.

    You just need to kick that stuff into the corner...lol.

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    1. It is so tempting but I actually got through many piles yesterday. Thank goodness.

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  3. I make a mess so much better than you do. There is no way I would post a picture of my laundry room! Glad you figured out what made the dog sick, even if it was a little too late.
    Hopefully now you will feel like attacking the zippers.

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    1. Well I only have three left so I did make some progress. Ugh I dislike zippers especially in motorcycle gear.

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  4. I'm glad you know the cause, but eek. No fun.

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  5. Glad you and hubs are feeling better.

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  6. Poor people and puppy... hope all are better. Your shop looks like your paradise to me.... enjoy... one zipper at a time!

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    1. Your crazy, it is a zoo of piles of clothes and piles of fabric. Everywhere a mess.

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  7. Tell me it was one of those Albertsono marinated chickens, wasn't it? Y'all poor things.



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    1. No this was fried chicken. I was channeling you. I hope you are having fun.

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