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Most of you honestly can't tell poison from illness. If you have been poisoned, the only thing you might have some contact with would be alcohol. But that is a little different. I can tell what going through a poisoning is like, I do know the difference. Last night, during my sleep, I realized I had ingested poison. What kind, or where I got it, I have no idea. My sleep was shallow, and I had... problems. I could sense... what... my liver? filtering something through. It must have been a relatively mild dose, if even that strained the system. I ended up getting enough rest, and my body filtered it well enough. I'm going to have to be a bit more careful from now on, about everything. Very careful. Am I kidding or just writing bits for a story? Nope. It was real. Could it have been some sort of accident? Possibly, if... I have my doubts. Who uses poison these days? Who has always used poison? (that last is the probable answer, in question form)
Today is a day off. I am still not feeling the best from most of last week and whatever it was that I went through last night has left me a little weaker. I have a beastly week ahead, if I am going to make the appointment AND three swims. Oh, I'll do it. But I do need to get rested up and get back to early morning rises. Today was not an early rise, if I had to sleep a little longer to make up for... the episode last night.
Later.
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