So you might have noticed I've been scarce this week. That's because I was (and still am) sick. *sigh* It started Monday night when I felt like there was a stone in my gut, a tight hard tense ball causing discomfort and nausea. My joints ached, my muscled ached. I had a fever. The latter three symptoms got better by Wednesday, but not the abdominal pain. Since it seemed to improve a bit after eating, I worried it might be an ulcer, until that turned around and I started feeling sicker after I ate.
The change in the whole rotten thing happened on Thursday when the pain and nausea went away in the wake of everything in my body decided to exit said body. I think my ass spent more time on the toilet than it did in a chair from Thursday evening through this morning. And yes, I'm exaggerating. A little.
I'm just damned tired of feeling sick, and while I'm hoping that I'm feeling better, I'm still not feeling great or even good. However, now, I'm not sure that a piece of that might be owing to PMS. I never thought I'd ever say, "Boy, I"m glad for PMS," except I totally would be if it meant the COAT (Crud of Absolute Terror) was done. Grrrrr.
/bitching and moaning
The change in the whole rotten thing happened on Thursday when the pain and nausea went away in the wake of everything in my body decided to exit said body. I think my ass spent more time on the toilet than it did in a chair from Thursday evening through this morning. And yes, I'm exaggerating. A little.
I'm just damned tired of feeling sick, and while I'm hoping that I'm feeling better, I'm still not feeling great or even good. However, now, I'm not sure that a piece of that might be owing to PMS. I never thought I'd ever say, "Boy, I"m glad for PMS," except I totally would be if it meant the COAT (Crud of Absolute Terror) was done. Grrrrr.
/bitching and moaning