I must have caught a stomach bug of some kind, because I woke up in the wee hours of the morning nauseous and barely made it to the bathroom in time, where I slept on the floor in-between “episodes” to be close to the commode. I didn’t even hesitate to take a sick day from work – there was no way I could drive or be in the office. I didn’t even feel well enough to work from home. So I notified the staff I wasn’t coming in and spent the day on the sofa, sleeping on and off while Nurse Harvey kept watch over me. (And by “kept watch” I mean slept between my legs.)
I’m still a bit achy and queasy, but managed to keep down some toast so now I’m bravely working my way through a can of diet ginger ale.
On the bright side, I haven’t eaten much today so I may be a few ounces closer to my ideal weight!