La pizza della Morte
Like most people, I keep a frozen pizza or two in the freezer for occasions like last night when I want to eat something but don't feel like actually cooking. It was pretty late when I got home from rehearsing Mozart's Requiem with the Greensboro Symphony so I grabbed a Freschetta Simply Inspired pizza out of the freezer, preheated the oven to 425 and 14 minutes later I was enjoying a hot pizza. The wife came home from work about that time and she ate a couple pieces too. This pizza was pretty heavy on the garlic so what she didn't eat, we put out in the garbage to keep the garlic smell down.
After watching the Daily Show I headed for bed. The wife wanted to stay up to do some things but said she'd be coming to bed shortly. I woke up at 2 AM and heard her climbing into bed. Two hours later, I wake up and realize that she's not in bed but I hear water running so I guessed she was in the bathroom and would be coming back to bed in a minute--but she didn't, she went downstairs. Now she's ruining my beauty sleep and I have to investigate why.
Turns out she's been sick for 4 hours with vomiting and diarrhea. I realize that I'm not feeling too good either and I spend the next hour in the bathroom (reading a Reader's Digest story about some guy who writes papers for students and makes a nice living doing it.) I have to get up in an hour and a half so I find an ancient Imodium tablet in the bottom of my travel kit and take it. The wife had already taken a fresher one she found in the medicine cabinet and was almost asleep when I came back to bed. It took the Imodium a little while to work but I finally went back to sleep.
The alarm went off at 6:30 and for a minute I considered turning it off and going back to sleep but, unfortunately, the Imodium was wearing off or something--I barely made it to the bathroom. Since I was up, I stayed up, drank some coffee, ate a yogurt and swallowed another ancient Imodium tablet and came to work...where I've been completely useless (for evidence, I offer this blog.)
Tonight is another rehearsal but you can bet that when I come home and if I'm hungry, I won't be cooking another frozen pizza. In fact, I may never eat another frozen pizza again.