I was ill yesterday. Not the type of illness where coughing and a stuffy nose makes me feel uncomfortable, but the type where I swear to crying baby Jesus that all contents of my visceral cavity are being expelled through my mouth. It was not pleasant. The worse part was that I made and ate chicken fajitas for dinner. They were very peppery. It did not smell good when it came back up.
Laying down made my stomach feel as if it were being stabbed. Standing up made me dizzy. Sitting made me very nauseous. I kept hoping that some alien creature would land in my yard, hunt me down, and eviscerate me. That might help solve the problem, I thought.
Today I fell as if nothing happened. I was finally able to eat some soup yesterday and drink some water, and now I feel like I can do anything. ANYTHING!!!!! I ate a doughnut! I took a shower! I have a meeting at 10! BRING IT!