I'm getting cramps from having to log in every 10 minutes. Also fighting food poisoning with "Victory" in sight. Takes a lot out of you.
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I'm getting cramps from having to log in every 10 minutes. Also fighting food poisoning with "Victory" in sight. Takes a lot out of you.
I've had food poisoning before. It is much worse than the flu. Twenty times worse!!!Originally Posted by OLDBLUE
I'm getting cramps from having to log in every 10 minutes. Also fighting food poisoning with "Victory" in sight. Takes a lot out of you.
You shouldn't have swallowed that frog.I'm getting cramps from having to log in every 10 minutes. Also fighting food poisoning with "Victory" in sight. Takes a lot out of you.
President Taylor gave us food poisoning at his luncheon for graduating seniors in May of 1969. Spent the night in the infirmary and had finals the next day. Walked into one class with my buddy (also poinsoned) and the professor led a standing ovation and told us to forget the exam.
The infirmary....wow, I had not thought of that place in years....
Good old Memorial Gym
They'd give you PeptoBismol for anything. ANYTHING.
Food poisoning? Pepto.
Alcohol poisoning? Pepto.
Cough? Cold? Flu? Pepto.
Broken ankle? Pepto.
Smelly discharge? Pepto.
And if Pepto didnt get the job done in 24hrs, they'd send you to the ER at Lincoln General.
I vaguely remember that.
Maybe a Pepto truck turned over on California Ave.
It sucks mud when the whole dorm wakes up at 2AM headed for the john.
That was the only time the Infirmary was efficient or did anything. That time they have us a muscle relaxer shot to stop the dry heaves (everyone was empty by the time we got there) and put us to bed. Gave us a little coke to keep us from being dehydrated. I understand the regular hospital was full, too. Of course it wasn't 2 AM, it was about 4-5 PM when it hit.
The Veterinarian
One Sunday, in counting the money in the weekly offering,
the pastor of a small church found a pink envelope containing $1,000. It happened again the next week!
The following Sunday, he watched as the offering was collected and saw an elderly woman put the distinctive pink envelope on the plate. This went on for weeks until the pastor, overcome by curiosity, approached her.
"Ma'am, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate," he stated.
"Why, yes," she replied, "every week my son sends me money, and I give some of it to the church."
The pastor replied, "That's wonderful. But $1,000 is a lot; are you sure you can afford this? How much does he send you?"
The elderly woman answered, "$10,000 a week."
The pastor was amazed. "Your son is very successful; what does he do for a living?"
"He is a veterinarian," she answered.
"That's an honorable profession, but I had no idea they made that much money," the pastor said.. "Where does he practice?"
The woman answered proudly, "In Nevada ...
He has two cat houses, one in Las Vegas and one in Reno "
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