The last twenty-four hours have not been fun for me. I seem to have caught a stomach flu or something. I had to leave work (thank God for sick days) and slept through most of the afternoon.
I've only recently been able to keep food down, but my condition appears to be improving. I should be at work tomorrow.
Thanks to my father for bringing over the bananas and ginger ale. Those are two of the few good things about being sick. You know, it's been years since I've thrown anything up. I don't like it. Am I alone in feeling violated by it?
Here's hoping Erin doesn't get this. She is also feeling under the weather, but right now her symptoms have only been dizziness, no nausea.
I'll have something more pithy (and less self-pityingly) to say tomorrow.