Factory Floor
Jun. 26th, 2015 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueIt's never felt right to say I have a delicate stomach: the human digestive system and its microflora are nothing short of heroic and miraculous. The sheer variety of stuff it can rip into constituent pieces and use as both fuel and new tissue staggers me. When I say "holy crap," I mean it.
But sometime between three days and a week into most travel, I spend a few hours in and out of the bathroom. It's not food poisoning; as far as I can tell, it's my guts saying "ma'am, we were optimized for a certain situation and it seems you want us to switch inputs. We're enthusiastically retooling." And then everything is fine.
I am not currently travelling. I am in my house. But Ciro is cooking dinner instead of Mom. Sure enough, three days in. I don't know whether it's like this for everybody.
But sometime between three days and a week into most travel, I spend a few hours in and out of the bathroom. It's not food poisoning; as far as I can tell, it's my guts saying "ma'am, we were optimized for a certain situation and it seems you want us to switch inputs. We're enthusiastically retooling." And then everything is fine.
I am not currently travelling. I am in my house. But Ciro is cooking dinner instead of Mom. Sure enough, three days in. I don't know whether it's like this for everybody.
