Down here at the pawn shop

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Woke up desperately sick Friday morning. I blame the ghetto: the previous day, I'd gone all day without handwashing due to the lack of a sink, as the bathroom was being remodeled.

Desperately sick meant a full reboot of my digestive system, which meant losing my stomach and intestinal contents every two hours, until nothing remained at either end.

I wound up sleeping all day Friday, all night Friday, and waking up Saturday morning feeling like... like... like I'd been sleeping, puking, and peeing out my asshole for 24 straight hours. No, there is no metaphor.

I blame the ghetto. I'd had Wawa chicken strips and mashed potatoes for dinner, but that couldn't have done it. It had to be the ghetto.

By Saturday I could start taking in nutritious food again, and get my system booted to the point where I could bathe and dress myself. J came over and nursed me with ginger ale.

In younger days I could have gone in by Monday morning, but this time when Monday morning hit, I wasn't ready. It took a full 'nother day to recover.

So the second thing I did at the shop this morning was to help a gentleman remove his earring, with the screw-on back, that I sold him about three weeks ago. This meant holding his earlobe and screwing off the back. It took about a minute to do. Co-worker Ron grimaced, and got the hand sanitizer.

At least the guy didn't smell bad. But even more bad news came 15 minutes later, that the sink that was bought for the bathroom remodel didn't fit, and thus we would not have a sink to wash in today.