I'm sick.
Like gross pukey sick.
So damn sick that I landed myself in the hospital.
Which probably was a good thing because they give you IV and other sorts of hospital medicine goodness.
Thank god for good friends to take me in.
Highlights from the visit?
Stealing purple gloves.
Listening to the very old lady in the other room say "I've gotta go" for over an hour. Then have them scramble to clean up "goop" on the floor. Gross, eh?
My doctors name was Dr. Donald. Like I'm going to trust him. Add duck to his name and he's a damn cartoon character.
The nipple pocket. I can't even explain but yes, the nipple pocket.
Oh, the ceasing of nausea.
Overall, successful.
I have slept most of the last two days and intend to do much of the same for today.
Feeling much better.
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You were sick and you didn't call to tell me that!?
...and you are tired but okay now?
I'm hoping so...
Oh...big blog hugs etc etc winging their way to your bedside.
ok so this was like a week ago...whats your excuse for not posting now, sis
I do hope that you are thinking about feeling better sometime soon....
N.
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