A friend once told me that I couldn't be miserable if I tried. I beg to differ. Saturday morning between 2 AM and 4 AM, in an endless round of violent vomiting and the diarrhea dash, I completely emptied my stomach. Completely. Since then, I've managed to keep down twelve dry Cheerios, a mug of chamomile tea with honey, a few sips of flat soda, and a quarter of an English muffin. I'm currently nibbling on an orange Popsicle.
I believe I've spent about thirty minutes total in an upright position. The rest of the day, I slept. Barbara, Sammie the cat snuggled against my tummy, keeping me warm. Good cat.
So I might be back tomorrow. Maybe. Or maybe not. It will depend on whether I can keep down a few more Cheerios.
Whatever this is... stomach virus or food poisoning... I'm ready for it to be over. Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm really miserable? I did? Just wanted to make sure...