In my husband’s words, I am “crook in the guts”, and have been for the last couple of days.
This rarely happens to me, so when it does, I feel like a complete and absoulte sook.
I had started to feel better in the morning, and after only eating some toast and crackers the day before, I was getting extrememly hungry.
Silly me decided to eat lunch as usual. (I was hungryyyyy.)
What happened soon after was not pretty.
I spent the rest of the day in bed, followed by the rest of the evening in bed… and in the loo.
Not a pretty picture.
My stomach cramps were so bad taht I was literally reminding myself that I had just endured over 20 hours of labor.
Buck up Princess.
Thankfully this morning I’m feeling well again.
Well, and nervous.
Not quite sure if I should eat today or not.
Do I follow my hunger cues? Or follow my gut? (haha, terrible pun intended.)
Here’s hoping a new day will bring… a new day.
One minute to spare but I have nothing more to say.
Maybe I’ll add this: I came terribly close last night to seeing if I could wrangle my adult bum into one of Levi’s diapers.
That’s how delusional I was.
Lord help me.
Q for you: When was the last time you were sick? Are you a wuss like me when it comes to handling it?
P.S. I never made it to post this yesterday. New blog fail. Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Why not make it sooner?