Remember that post I made recently about food? How I said I didn't really mind "cooking" for myself that much?

Yeah, nix that. Last night, I think I managed to give myself food poisoning. Of course, that's an unconfirmed, suspected diagnosis, but according to various internet sources (including Wikipedia), an acute yet violent attack of nausea and vomiting is almost always food poisoning. I feel fabulous now, as well, so I don't think any sort of stomach virus would have come on so quickly and then left after six hours.

I had grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner, grilled cheese from Kraft singles and white bread, and tomato soup from a can. I've eaten all these things before without problem, and it tasted fine and all that. I washed my dishes after eating and then sat around in the kitchen for another hour and a half to two hours, talking with my flatmates. Then, all of a sudden, I started to feel really bad, so I went back to my room, and I didn't leave the bathroom until about three AM. Today, I feel perfectly fine, so I must have purged whatever was knocking me out, which is why I suspect food poisoning. I'm suspicious of the canned soup now...what else could have done it?

Anyway, not that I think this was exactly my fault, but so much for being OK with my lame excuse for cooking: I'm now going to be extra careful. Now, to avoid H1N1...one kid on the Dickinson science program has it, and many people in the University Village do. Many of my Dickinson friends are sick, but no one with H1N1 yet. Today in my politics lecture, there was so much coughing going on that if I had been given my issued facemasks yet, I would have considered putting one on. One guy in back of me just had to be breathing heavy on me too. I don't think this fall/winter is going to go down well on the health front.