I am currently on Day 12 of Salmonella poisoning. I have experienced agonies like never before, I have been delirious and dehydrated, I have suffered hideous indignities (including a rather unpleasant roadside incident when it first came on, of which I shall spare you the grim details), and I have found myself in the hospital (albeit for at afternoon, yet still).
Whilst in the depths of the worst of the tummy torment, unable to sleep, I found myself pondering the randomness of my predicament. One little egg, in the right place at the right time to be used in a dairy-free Carbonara sauce, had led to a whole chain of unexpected events.
That’s the thing about bad eggs of all kinds. They often disguise themselves perfectly well, yet once they’re inside they can wreak havoc on your entire world. They’ll tear you up from the inside out before you even realise what’s going on.
There’s not a lot you can do about a bad egg because, really, the only thing we have control over is the way we think, feel and act.
The only real thing to do, in the moment, is to accept that it is what it is and rise above it. Or as my doctor said this morning, “just ride the wave”. Easier said than done when you’re ill thanks to a bad egg, yet it is possible. I’m remaining optimistic and focusing on the positive – I’ve lost 7 kilos. Yay.
When it’s all said and done, there’s one thing left to be done after going head-to-head with a bad egg: learn from it. I won’t be rushing back to raw or semi-cooked eggs in a hurry, and I’ll be buying my eggs from elsewhere. I have learnt my lesson.
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