Aftermath
Well I’m here. Barely. I must’ve had bad orange juice on the flight back. Long story short, I’m all cleaned out now. That juice moved through faster than a steroid-laden track star. So I was couch-ridden most of the weekend, with frequent express trips to the porcelain chair. I was a little too aggressive with my diet on Sunday evening so I had a bit of a relapse. But I managed through it. I stayed away from fire-from-the-pit-of-Hell spicy food the whole week actually.