I don’t feel great today.
My stomach feels sore – almost a bruised kind of feeling. Like I had someone using it as a punching bag all night.
And it’s making some craaaaaazy noises.
I feel nauseous off and on, but haven’t had any vomiting or anything. And let’s keep praying it doesn’t come to that. There are few things I dread in this life more than that. (doing it myself or witnessing someone else having to go through it.)
I have no appetite. Although I have forced myself to eat some Greek yogurt and saltines.
No fever. Although I haven’t really checked. There is a possibility I might have last night. At one point I woke up burning up and sweating a little. At the time I just figured the room was too warm or I was experiencing one of those middle of the night hot flashes that sometimes occur since I hit a certain age.
So, that’s today. I’m functioning. Trying to tidy up the kitchen. Doing some laundry. A little cleaning up in the bedroom.
Maybe I can convince the grand baby that a shared nap is a good plan for this afternoon while his mommy is at class.
