And when I say sick, I mean SICK.
Is it a virus? Nope. Bacterial infection? Nope. All in my head? Nope.
I went to the doctor Wednesday because I was feeling ill. Doc gave me a prescription. A prescription we now know I’m horribly allergic to.
I have been hugging the toilet ever since Wednesday evening. Ah yes. We were at a play at Starlight… I got 10 minutes into the show, and got violently ill. I high-tailed it to the bathroom, where I went into a cold sweat, collapsed onto the floor, and barfed… for an hour.
Yes, I’m sick. Sick of the room spinning. Sick of sweating all of my internal liquids out.
Wednesday night I was hoping for a quick death. At least now I’ve made it up to hoping for a quick recovery.