sick day

I’m home sick today with some sort of stomach ailment. I woke up in the middle of the night with insanely severe pangs of illness and had to wake J up because the hypochondriac in me thought I was going to die. It was the worst I’ve felt in as long as I can remember. J sat with me in the bathroom, rubbing my back while I had my head in the toilet. I’ll spare you the details of what happened next, but I’m sure you can guess.

Needless to say, I didn’t feel so well when I woke up. I thought it would pass after I had some toast and some tea, but it didn’t. So now I’m checking my work email from my living room couch and watching lousy daytime television. I want to curl up in bed and be fed chicken soup and Saltines, but we have neither in our pantry and J’s at work. Le sigh.