Short version: Got the shit kicked out of me.
Long version: There were two birthdays this weekend. My friend Kate turned 37 on Sept 11 (her 14th was the worst.) My (sainted, octogenarian) mother advanced one year the day after. I ate a number of things that I don't normally, to be sociable. I paid a steep price. I felt kind of ill on the 12th, but still drove my mother to the alpaca farm here on MV. We had done so previously all the way back in 2009. I took photos, more on that (much) later.
I slept terribly that evening and woke up on the 13th praying for death. I felt weak, nauseous, and worst of all I had an icepick-through-the-temple headache. When I have these issues, I clench my teeth while I'm sleeping so hard it gives me a headache that lasts most of the day. The is enough of a problem that it's damaging my jaw. If I ever disappear completely, it will probably be due to some related catastrophic event.
Yesterday I was only moderately ill. I managed to get a few things done ...including like a 3 hour nap in the middle of the day (which is very unlike me.) Today, I am not in pain (this is a miracle) but I'm fantastically weak. I had to move a picnic table bench that belonged to my grandparents from the front of the property to the back and I needed to sit down afterward.
I cannot eat highly processed food anymore, especially store made desserts. They kill me. It's so bad I have to straight up say "no" when I'm offered.