These last 28 hours were like a dream...and now the wonderful, blissful, please-sir-may-I-have-another kind of dream. This was the painful, slow, can`t-tell-if-I`m-awake-or-asleep kind of dream.
The culprit--food poisening meets heat exhaustion. The whole farm was hit by it. It took out each and every one of us, one by one, until we were all bed-ridden. For the strong, they were back to work after a few hours. For those of us who were too afraid to eat or drink on an upset stomach, we were unable to move for hours due to dehydration.
But the good news is: (a) it was boung to happen eventually. (b) we were all in this together. and (c) I learned new nursing techniques...like putting cold potato slices on your head to suck out the fever.
All better now!
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