Maybe it was a toga.
The first time I had diverticulitis, I was in the hospital for two weeks, and was NPO-- which meant nothing by mouth. No food, no water, nada, zip.
I got better and checked myself out a couple of days early to make it to Kevin's off-the-hook toga party (old flyers/invitations can be seen here).
I am healing from this bout of diverticulitis, which has been thankfully treated out of the hospital with tons of oral antibiotics. I still can't drink alcohol for another week though (it would react to one of my drugs in a dangerous way).
And I've been invited to another off-the-hook toga/Roman God/Bacchanalia party tomorrow night. Limo service to the castro and bartenders and everything.
Maybe diverticulitis is caused by toga party anticipation.
Is it insane that I'm the kind of guy who has a professionally-made Roman god-themed toga hanging in his closet for just such an occasion?
I didn't think so either.
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