As I have improved little by little over the last week or so, I've been thinking more about what could have triggered my illness, and I have a prime suspect.
Nuts. You know, those little salted things that come in a can. Mr. Peanut. Cashews.
I recently read an article in Time magazine about how some chemical found in nuts (and other things) is good for the body. And in thinking about how slow my digestive system has become, I remembered that when I ate nuts when I was a kid, it was effective in speeding up the system. And then some. So I decided to get some nuts and had a party or two with them while writing at the office. A new kind of junk food.
One or two of those parties, I know, took place in the days before the Green Bay trip, and another came right afterward, which may have prolonged things. I don't know if it's true--I can only guess. I only know that since I put the nuts away, I've been getting better. Maybe my system was saying nuts to the nuts.
In any case, I can take a hint. I don't care what Time magazine says.
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