Wow. Two days of the brutal stomach flu.
Let’s summarize: Didn’t eat anything Friday, was awake maybe 8 hours. Didn’t eat anything Saturday until dinner, slept in quite late, and napped 90 minutes longer than my infant child. Managed to keep down four slices of dull pizza–but am currently awake paying for it with some knotted-gut agony.
This is the first time I’ve been able to focus on the computer screen without instantly being nauseated, and writing these few paragraphs is already making me feel sea-sick.
Yarg. I hope I feel better tomorrow.
The best part is that Monday morning I get to fly out of the airport at an unholy early hour–I’ll have to be leaving home by 4:30 at the latest. And I was already unhappy at the idea of being away from the family.
I’m going to be a treat when I arrive at my destination, I promise you that.
(Note: This is not a two-day hangover from the Scotch thing–I didn’t drink that much, and some of the symptoms I am having are definitely not hangover symptoms.)
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