I got food poisoning in high school. I was exhausted and unable to keep anything down for several days.

The first that day I started feeling better, I actually felt great! In fact, I woke up starving. I went downstairs and had a generous breakfast. Then my parents told me we had to take down a tree in the backyard. They asked if I was feeling up for it, and I was… right up until I was 15 ft in the air, sawing away at a branch. Suddenly, I realized that generous meal had decided to keep on giving. I said “Hey, I’m not feeling great. I’m going to climb down.” I made it one branch before I knew this wasn’t going to wait. I gave the best warning I could to those below, and I held on as my stomach gave the ol’ heave-ho.

Fortunately, all the cutting I had been doing generated plenty of sawdust, so it practically cleaned itself. I think we decided the rest of the project could wait for another day, though.

When it comes to recovery, take it slow, folks…