Jack of Harts

An interesting thing is that all of this started on Sunday an hour after eating Easter dinner. The goose had taken a long time to cook, and it felt like previous cases of food poisoning I’ve had, so I wasn’t nervous at all. I did what you do for food poisoning. Ate chicken noodle soup, had some nice cream style corn, got under the covers, and felt better. Then I went to work. It hurt a bit, but twelve hours later I was still operational. Then the apendix burst at 6AM and I knew something was wrong. The moral of the story? A sick apendix feels just like food poisoning.