today i am not really on the couch under the down comforter with brodie keeping my feet warm, but here, pictured above, convalescing on a wicker chaise, under a parasol, a wan invalid...........
yeah, right.
oh crap. repeatedly. it started saturday when i couldn't finish my veggie omelette at the serving spoon. it was monthly 'girls-only club' breakfast and i felt punky, headachy, not really able to enjoy the conversation because i was preoccupied with feeling off. the weekend went on, and i intermittently felt normal. fell asleep before the end of masterpiece theatre. that worried me. got ready for work with suspicion that something south of the esophagus was going awry.
and was i right?? oh, yes, and in a big way.
but this, too, shall pass. quite literally.
imodium, gut rest but for clear fluids, and i'll be right as rain.
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