It almost kaled me

I used to never get sick; never throw up. I suppose it's one of those "getting-old-sucks" things though... 

Here I was, having a nice sorta day on Tuesday, and along came this ... KALE! I though I was gonna die.

I'd already learned to avoid spinach, and indulging on too many raw veggies at once, but our supper Tuesday night was heavy on the kale... and I ended up heavy on the couch and crouching over a waste basket all night long.

So much for all this HEALTH FOOD stuff, huh?!? 

In between stomach cramps I consulted Dr. Google, and I don't know if it's an all-out allergy, or a simple food intolerance to such things. It seems my stomach just can't, ahem, stomach them anymore. 

Man, it was the full-on bloating, feeling like I was gonna explode, cramps, wanting-to-die - from like 7pm until 3:30am - and finally (after chugging an electrolyte drink) here it came ... three or four large-scale pukes!!! Whew, that actually did feel good (no dry heaves). And, approaching tmi territory, there were a million of those little black things from the quinoa in the waste basket. So, who knows.

Anyway, I was pretty wiped out. So much so that, I was unable to accompany Jane to her treadmill stress test at the cardiologist at 7am. Fortunately that seemed to go well. I was also feeling much better by mid-day Wednesday.

So, all that to say, beware the killer kale! Or, just don't get old. Whichever comes first...