Was supposed to fly to California Weds. for Left Coast Crime, a fan and writer convention. Woke up about 1 am Tues. night feeling not so hot. In a matter of minutes, was feeling baaaad. Lo and behold, felled by food poisoning. You know that feeling when you're afraid you're not going to die? About 4, was thinking not only was I not going to make it to California, I was unlikely to make it to a hospital, would probably expire in the street. But by 7, was a little better. By 8:30, grabbed my bag, took a cab to the airport, made my plane -- an aisle seat, aren't we all lucky? -- and did, in fact, get to SF and thence Monterey, six pounds lighter, but beginning to think continuing to live might perhaps be okay.

Do not post your worst food poisoning experiences here. I don't feel that much better yet.