The Food Poisoning Fairy Strikes Back - Or, The Return of the FPF

M. called me late last night sounding incredibly weak and low. This is unusual for him - he is such a cheery person normally.
"I just wanted to call you because I'm not at work," he said.
"How come?" I asked.
"It's because the Resistance Forces have gathered in My Lower Abdomen and are waging war to prevent the Imperial Army of the Food Poisoning Fairy from striking back. I need reinforcements," he said. No, of course he didn't say that. M. is a sensible lad.

But he did eat the leftovers - even though (oh I have been dying for an opportunity to say this) I told him not to. He's suffered a lot in the past 20 hours or so as a result. Poor boy.

He is convalescing at home, watching MTV and random shows (I think the next one on is CSI). I wish I was there with him. I'd play Uno with him. Or chess. Or just watch CSI.