I never get sick. I got shot, but I don't get sick. I come from hearty peasant stock, as I am fond of reminding TBG. His tummy is sensitive; I eat everything and never have a problem.
That is, until it's important that I be up, dressed, and waiting along the road for Amster and the kids to drive by. Then, I wake up at 2am, ready to hurl all the delicious foodstuffs I consumed yesterday. I shake. I quiver. I end up on the floor, the cool, tiled floor, sweaty and moaning.
Needless to say, there wasn't much sleeping happening in our house last night.
TBG found me medicine, but I had to feel well enough to swallow it and keep it down. That took some time...... the sun was up before I was certain that the pill would end up in my gut and not be rejected by my uncooperative body.
I texted Amster at five o'something, begging off and apologizing for not being able to join them on Race Day.
I spent the morning in bed, the afternoon on the couch, and I've come to the desk to type to you because I know that you are out there, waiting for my daily report.
Sorry it's not cheerier.... or longer... or more uplifting.
Feeling crummy.... that's all I have to say.
Sounds like you may have gotten ahold of something bad in the food you ate. Hope you are feeling good again by the time this reaches you.
ReplyDeleteIt is lasting longer than food borne pathogens, and feels more "disease like." thanks for the healing thoughts <3
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Hope you are feeling better today. Two of my three kids were doing the same thing last week. I do not handle barf very well. Hopefully, you are all better now. There's only lasted a day and a half.
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