Last night I really thought I was going to die.
I lay in bed, crumpled up in a fetal position, moaning in pain. I had THE worst stomach cramps in the history of mankind. All night. I barely slept a wink.
And when I awoke I had fever aches all over and diarrhea. Stomach-flu. Argh.
By 3:00 in the afternoon, I was starving and dehydrated and tried to eat some cereal. That was a bad idea. It came right back out...the other end.
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Awwww....hope you're feeling better!! Now I feel bad for tagging you... :) (an activity awaits when you're well...or bored)
Get better soon!
FEEL BETTER, Christina!!! I'm praying for you!
Awww, shucks...I'm so touched by all your collective well-wishing. I'm happy to report that I've actually been able to hold down some Wheat Thins and rice this morning! Yay.
And being an educator at heart, I'd like to share a little word I learned during this experience: SHART, verb, as in, "I sharted."
For those of you who haven't watched Along Came Polly (where I first encountered the word and quickly forgot about it), A shart is that horrible phenomenon in which you think you farted, but you actually shat to. Shart, that unhappy combo of shit and fart.
I hope you feel better. Here i was complaining of a simple head cold, and you have to deal with Sharts. Once again hope you feel better, and wish there was something i could prescribe, but i don't think there is medicine for sharts.
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