Well, it happened.

I felt completely fine when I posted yesterday (around 2:30p), but started feeling some stomach rumbles about an hour later. I felt nervous enough that I canceled some dinner plans at 4. By 6:30 it had fully hit me.

This is the strangest illness. I was seriously FINE for almost all of yesterday – and was then so violently sick throughout the evening and night that I was praying for death to take me out of my misery.

Jon’s child #3 gave me some of her Zofran but it did NOTHING even though I took it every 4 hours.

I’m feeling a little better today, but it’s 11am and my one attempt at getting out of bed wasn’t so great – so here I am. With this:


I’ve had 3 sips of apple juice that have stayed down, so I don’t give one shit about the sugar/whole30.

Jon seems to be mostly unscathed, which I’m really happy about.

Anyway, I know I must be getting better because I’m stressing about all of the things I need to do (homework, client appointment, prepare for a meeting later this week, read for classes, etc.).

I’m right at that sick point where I’m too sick to really DO anything, but not sick enough that I’ve got the fuck-its. So, I’m bored. And frustrated that standing up starts up the intense nausea. And weirdly – hungry.