When Being an Adventurous Foodie Backfires
Hello all! Hope everyone is well! I am back from London and am in the midst of trying to return to a state of normalcy. I've been trying to collect my thoughts and share some of my adventures with you all, but to be honest, I've been quite ill and unable to do so. While in the UK, my family ventured out into the Peak District, which was gorgeo us and picturesque. We had some fantastic meals, visited some gorgeous manor houses, and explored the English countryside. In our countryside travels, it seems that I may have picked up an unwanted visitor at a pub somewhere. On our return to London, I was feeling a bit poorly -- icky stomach, loss of appetite, etc... and that culminated with a bad case of the chills. I tend to always be warm, but I was shivering, layered, hiding under the bed covers, and had the thermostat up to 80F. It was NOT fun. My last two days in London were ok. The shivers were gone, but my appetite was just not there. Bummer. The real problem started when